#that when it ties into other areas of the star wars universe they explain it in the simplest easiest way to understand possible

[stairset]

In hindsight it is kinda funny in an ironic sense that Rebels, the show where Bo-Katan is literally only featured in one two-part episode with both parts being 22 minutes long each, still made time to mention her sister multiple times, and then a few years later The Mandalorian Show That's All About Mandalorians Featuring Bo-Katan As The Co-Protagonist apparently can't find time to mention her once in an entire eight episode season where every episode is between 30 to 60 minutes long. Like it's still stupid and frustrating but in a cosmic sort of way it is somewhat amusing.

[orojuice]

Paradox Bandit: Alternate Take

A comic by me and Sha-Y. Part of our NMH3: Alternate Struggles series.

Paradox Bandit was probably the alien “superhero” I was least interested in when FU’s crew was revealed way back in “The Return”.

Some noted his resemblance to He-Man, which I only recognized after it was pointed out. This comparison was strengthened during the Rankings comicbook intro that called him the “Master of Explosion”, a possible riff on “Masters of the Universe”.

Even with 2021 being an odd year for the Champion of Eternia, I wasn’t very inspired to do an “alternate take” comic with him like I did with Vanishing Point, Sniping Lee, or Black Night Direction.

Then Travis unveiled his skeletal “Full Green” armor mode and everything just sort of clicked, and a backstory for Paradox Bandit as fallen superhuman barbarian hero of a far-off planet/dimension whose Yuga-esque cyclic exploits are broadcasted on Earth ala Robert A. Heinlein’s “World as Myth” concept i.e. all “fiction” is “real” somewhere out there in the multiverse.

A quick two-punch, two-page comic script reminiscent of Travis’ confrontation with Electro Triple Star in TSA came to mind. One that satirizes the quick AND painful way writers try to shake up long-running fictional franchises, as well as the feuds that follow. We’ve seen it with He-Man, with Marvel’s Thor (whose washed-up Endgame iteration Paradox Bandit also resembles) with Star Wars, with The Greatest American Hero, the list goes on. In the stories these shifts typically occur in, the current is powerless to challenge the coming, the past is to be killed with no sincere purpose, but in the chaotic framework of No More Heroes, that needn’t be so as anything can happen.

Thus, the dismissed, diminished, and discarded demigod is given the chance to “fight back” in a raw and direct fashion that some of the archetype’s bereaved fans secretly wish they would, resulting in a metaphorical sequence rife with genuine pain, visceral delight, and undeniable horror. 

Choking Hazard: 3 years of age and under.

Rather than a straw supporter of the new guard or an upright acolyte taking a former idol to task, Travis would be an interesting opponent as he’s clearly not the ideal result of the pop culture strata Paradox Bandit is supposed to represent. Despite being a fan of heroic fiction as seen in the likes of Ultraman, Kamen Rider, and presumably 80s action cartoons (Travis was born during 1981 or 1982), he’s grown up into a thoroughly unpleasant and dysfunctional individual, calling into question just how effective the old way of doing things was in providing actable and legitimate inspirations for audiences. He is, in short, exactly what Paradox Bandit accuses him of being, the awkward contrarian who would like the Skeletor and Orko stand-ins over him.

That in mind, perhaps a change is needed. Although pre and post-fight, Travis tacitly argues for a method that ties in for his love of tokusatsu (see the names for the various Death Glove Chips), sequel stories that explore new themes, ideas, and characters but truly respect the virtues and spirit of the mythology’s bedrock rather than treading upon them to form a distinct platform: succession rather than supplanting (you can see that in how MotU progressed from simple toy comic tie-ins to all its much loved animated iterations, graphic novels, etc). Which is more diplomatic and preferable than Paradox Bandit’s wish to take the reins of his next cycle and lock it in a status quo where he will remain secure at the cost of stagnancy.

For his battle, Travis fights Paradox Bandit in his Full Green mode much like he does against Midori, more out of symbolism and to have at least one other Full Green boss fight on the roster. In contrast to Midori’s area control/denial battle style, Paradox Bandit fights in a much more aggressive and direct manner: causing tremors, stomping up boulders to kick towards Travis, calling down lightning, throwing his axe and calling it back, doing melee combos reminiscent of the Captain Treatments, summoning his version of Battle Cat that Travis needs to use missiles or his Tiger Attack to knock him off of, and of course, doling out EXPLOSIONS.

The fight ends with Paradox Bandit managing to badly damage the Full Green armor (to the point that it can only be used in short bursts, explaining why Travis didn’t pull it out during a crucial moment during the final boss sequence), but this gives Travis a chance to wrest his axe away from him. Screaming “By the Potence of ZweiNull! I have the Potence!” (which does nothing), he swings it down and critically wounds Paradox Bandit. As he lies dying, he expresses fear at what’s going to happen to him come his next incarnation, if one happens at all, and laments over his failures as both a hero and villain.

Travis assures him that despite how screwed up he himself is, he still lives by some of the lessons Paradox Bandit doled out as De-Max in his original show: He recycles, he looks both ways before he crosses the street, etc, which he’s passed on to his own kids. Paradox Bandit asks him if he’ll share MASTERS OF EXPLOSION with Hunter and Jeane, but Travis shrugs and says they’re not really into the kind of entertainment he likes, but if the new CG MoE show on Notflix is good, he’ll probably buy a couple of the toys if they’re of acceptable quality.

This gives Paradox Bandit some measure of peace, who says that he’s once again feeling very, very sleepy, as his body suddenly disintegrates. His axe then flies out of Travis hands and up into space, presumably to reboot MASTERS OF EXPLOSION.

I’ve actually watched the CG He-Man show. It’s actually pretty good. Radically different in lots of ways, but the essence and ideals of the Masters of the Universe remain. It also comes packaged with shockingly good humor, character dynamics, and action scenes. So check that out if you like.

Travis’ shirt is part of the logo of Forgotton Anne, a beautiful and fully-voiced indie puzzle platforming game that’s also about lost things…and lost people.

[scapegrace74-blog]

Ginger Snap, Chapter 6

A/N  Well, here it is.  The last chapter of Ginger Snap.   As an unplanned fic inspired by a vanity license plate, I’m happy with how it turned out.   There will be a short epilogue posted in the next week or so.  In the meantime,  thank you so much for coming on this unexpected ride with me!   This chapter’s themed title is Fire in the Belly.

Previous chapters are best enjoyed on my AO3 page, because I have a bad habit of going back and editing them after they’ve been posted.

The next five months were some of the most difficult of my life.  

After our talk, Frank and I agreed that it would be best that we parted ways.  The Southside flat was close to the university, plus I’d never truly felt at home there, so it made sense for him to keep it.  Fortunately, we’d never combined our savings and I still had money tucked away from my time as a medical resident in Boston.

Geillis wanted me to move into her sprawling Murrayfield home, at least temporarily, but I knew that I needed a place of my own.  To stand on my own two feet, as it were.   Which was how I found myself moving my few belongings into a modest Morningside walk-up as the rest of Edinburgh celebrated Hogmanay with fireworks and drunken revelry.

I scheduled the written component of my medical licensing exam for February.  This was likely foolhardy, but I’d already wasted enough time.  As a result, almost every waking hour was dedicated to studying.  The flat remained an empty box whose naked beige walls bore witness to my rudimentary existence.

Geillis called regularly, reminding me to eat and to occasionally step outside for a breath of fresh air.  Returning up the high street from one of our weekly coffee dates, a bright flash in a shop window caught my eye.

I stopped and stared as the afternoon sun lit the vase like a shard of stained glass.  It was a profound shade of blue: the colour of a field of indigo, of the night sky in a Byzantine icon, of Jamie’s eyes when he laughed.  It sat on my windowsill, filled with the season’s first daffodils, as I pored over practice exams.

***

“Geillis, I passed!  I fucking passed!”  An elderly woman seated across from me on the bus muttered under her breath about vulgar Sassenachs, but I was too elated to care.

“Of course ye did, ye brilliant disaster.  Now I can brag tae the neighbours I have my own personal physician.”

“Not so fast, Duncan.  I still need to pass the clinical exam, and that’s no small thing.”  My gut twisted just thinking about it, but unlike the written exam, there was little I could do to prepare.  Either I knew how to perform as a doctor or I did not.  The long months since I’d last treated a patient loomed like a large shadow over that question.

“Och, yer bum’s oot the window Claire,” my friend dismissed blithely.  “Ye’re gonna do great.  When do ye head down tae yer homeland, then?”

“May first.”  The practical examination took place in Manchester and needed to be scheduled three months in advance.

“Sounds like ye’ve got some time on yer hands.  Whate’er are ye going tae do with yerself?” Geillis asked in a singsong voice.

Fortunately for me, spring was Edinburgh’s most pleasant season.  Its many gardens and laneways erupted in carpets of buds and blooms.  The air smelled fresh and green, like biting into a tart apple.  I took long walks and fell in love with the city I now called home.  There were secondhand bookstores to explore and a weekly craft market where I gradually amassed an assortment of items that made my flat feel like a home.  With each passing day, my existence felt more and more like a life; one I defined for myself.

I also started to explore my options for employment, hoping for a job offer from one of the city’s hospitals that was conditional upon my successful completion of the licensing process.  It was to that end that I found myself walking down the corridor of The Royal Edinburgh hospital after what I hoped had been a rather successful interview with the deputy director of surgery.

“Claire?”

I recognized her voice immediately.  Before turning around I closed my eyes and sent out a fervent appeal to the universe.

“Jenny, hi.  How are you?”

She looked just the same, her straight black hair such a contrast to her brother.  Next to her stood a man, but not the man I had conjured the moment I heard her voice.  I was unclear whether that meant my prayer had been answered or not.  Seeing my gaze stray, Jenny jumped to introductions.

“This is my husband, Ian.  We’re here fer treatment on his leg.”

“Nothing serious, I hope.”  

“Jes a fitting fer a new prosthetic.  Jenny keeps beatin’ me o’er the head with the old one, ye see.”  I laughed, instantly liking his easy-going manner, so in contrast with Jenny’s intensity.

“Ye must be the Claire I hear sae much about,” he went on, and I wondered what had been said about me in the Fraser household.

“Nothing bad, I hope.”

Ian smiled warmly.  “Only good things, I promise ye.”

“What brings ye tae the hospital, Claire?” Jenny interjected.

I explained how I was in the process of qualifying to practice medicine in Scotland, provided I could pass my exams.  Jenny and Ian were both delighted, congratulating me as though I’d already accomplished my goal.  As we spoke about Wee Jamie’s latest exploits and the ongoing growth of Ginger Snap, I couldn’t help notice that Jenny was staring at my hands.  At my left hand in particular.  Finally, I couldn’t resist temptation any longer.

“And, how is Jamie doing?”  I tried to sound casual, but I was certain my faltering voice betrayed me.

“Very well,” Jenny replied.  “Busy, as ye can imagine, but he thrives on chaos.”

I nodded, trying to be satisfied with the news that he was well.  It was the most I could hope for, really.  Jenny eyed me shrewdly before continuing.

“He’s a good man, my brother.  Any lass would be verra lucky tae have him.  I’d like tae see him settled, but he refuses tae be rushed.  Says the right woman is worth the wait.”  She paused before adding,  “I reckon ye ken wha’ he means.”

“Yes,” I breathed.  “I know exactly what he means.”

***

I took the overnight train from Edinburgh to Manchester.  It meant I was likely to arrive at the testing centre deprived of sleep, but I rationalized that most of my residency could be characterized as one long evaluation under similar conditions, and I hadn’t killed anyone yet.  Still, as the velvety darkness slipped by outside my window, studded by the lights of passing farms, my doubts got the better of me.

I texted Geillis, looking for moral support.  For once she didn’t reply immediately.  There was one other name on my laughably short list of contacts.  I deliberated for all of a minute, but the late hour and creeping panic made me impulsive.

Hello.

Best to start with something innocuous, rather than the slightly more revealing “I miss you.  I think about you every day.”  A reply bubble appeared immediately after I hit send.  At least I hadn’t woken him up.  A small tempest stirred in my gut.

Arsonist.  Hello.  How are you?

I tried to picture him.  Was he at home?  Working late?  Or, in a scenario that played out far too often in my mind, on a date?

I’m alright.  Well, to be honest, I feel like I’m going to puke and cry.  Not necessarily in that order.

Och, lass.  Do you need me to come over?

Damn it, this man.  I had done nothing to deserve his unswerving loyalty but mislead him and then disappear for months on end.  And yet here he was, willing to come to my aid on the flimsy pretext of a late night text.  Guilt and tenderness warred for possession of my heart.

That may prove a bit difficult, Jamie.  I’m on a train to England.

There was a long pause, and then a two letter reply.

Oh.

I realized at once that he’d leapt to the wrong conclusion: that I had left Edinburgh for good.  I rushed to correct the error.

I’m taking the second stage of my examination to practice as a NHS doctor tomorrow.   It’s all hands-on situations, and the licensing facility is in Manchester.

Arsonist, that’s wonderful news!  I’m so proud of you.

I blushed, then leaned my heated cheek against the chilled pane of glass.  It had been a rash impulse, but this conversation was exactly what I needed.  I wasn’t alone in this.  Geillis and Jamie were in my corner.

What has your stomach in a twist, then?

What if I’ve forgotten what to do?!  It’s been almost a year since I’ve so much as used a stethoscope, Jamie.  The exam is eighteen real-life situations and you’re given eight minutes to respond to each one.  Not a second longer.  I’m just...  what if I fail?

And there it was.  The kernel of fear that lived at the heart of everything I did.  What if I failed?   What if my best wasn’t good enough?

Claire, listen to me.  You’re a doctor, just as I am a chef.  It wouldn’t matter if I had not set foot in a kitchen in ten years, I would still remember how to cook, and I know that it’s the same for you.  I believe it with everything in me.

On some level, I knew that he was right.  But it still comforted me tremendously to hear it from someone I trusted.

Alright.  That helps.  I should let you get to bed.  Thank you for talking me off my ledge, Jamie.

Anytime, Arsonist.

As I got ready sign off, another text bubble appeared.

Oh, and Claire?  Don’t burn down their wee laboratory, okay? ;-)

I laughed out loud, muting my phone and reclining my seat.  Outside, the stars shone brightly, tiny fires in the firmament to guide me on my way.

***

It was a lovely late spring day, and the retractable doors to the fire station were open to the warm breeze.  I could hear Angus’ voice as he led a cooking demonstration for a group of young women; a bridal shower by the look of their ridiculous costumes.

“Mind the coriander, lass.  Tis a verra powerful aphrodisiac, ken?  I willna be held responsible if ye canna resist my considerable charms after ye eat yon soup.”

There was an outburst of giggles as I rounded the corner and entered the reception area.  Jenny was on the phone.  She halted mid-sentence when she saw me walk in.  I rubbed my hands down the front of my jeans, trying to stay calm.

“He’s in the storeroom, in the back,” Jenny prompted before I could even offer a greeting.  I smiled gratefully, relieved I didn’t have to make small talk.  I had only so much courage stored in reserve, and I didn’t want to use it all up before reaching my destination.

The storeroom was long and narrow, lit by a single naked bulb and girded with shelves.  Jamie stood with his broad back to the door, his curls absorbing the light like amber.  He had a clipboard in one hand, performing some kind of inventory.

“Jes how many lentils dae ye reckon we need, Janet?  There’s nine cans of them here already, and ye have us ordering ten more.”

I’d almost forgotten how much I loved his voice, the undulating grit and silk of it.  I had to remaster the art of speech before I could reply.

“It’s not Jenny.  It’s me.  Claire.”

He froze, and if it weren’t for the sudden rapid flow of his breath I would have assumed he hadn’t heard me.  My nerves got the better of me and I blurted out, “I like lentils.  You should listen to your sister.”

“Claire.”  More sigh than word.  He slowly turned.  It was when our eyes met that I knew nothing had changed for him.  It was still there, after all these months.  That look that told me I was the map to his journey, the focus to his vision, the reason to his why.  

Hopefully he could read that same certainty on my face.

“I passed my exams,” I began.  “I’m a doctor again.”

“Ye never stopped bein’ a doctor.  This jus’ makes it official.”

“I’m still a disaster in the kitchen,” I continued.  “Last week I ruined two saucepans.”

“Tha’s only a tragedy if ye dinna have someone willin’ tae cook fer ye,” he replied with a strange squinting motion I understood was meant to be a wink.

“I’m still learning who I am.  How to be true to the person on the inside,” I confessed.  This is what had kept me away for so long, worried that I would escape from Frank’s orbit just to be caught up in another.  Jamie never once expected my submission, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t offer it out of habit.

“I’ll let ye in on a secret.  Sae is everyone else,” he replied.

Without realizing it, we’d both been moving until we were crowded together amongst the dried herbs and canned goods.  My hand rested against the solid metronome of his heart.  Just one more confession to go.

“I burn for you in a way I’ve never burned for anything before.”

There.  It was said.  A thousand wings of rapture beat against the cage of my ribs, clamoring to break free.  Jamie carefully pushed a loose curl behind my ear before cupping my jaw.

“Wee arsonist.  Come, set my life on fire.”

[kagrenacs]

Explaining the Iceberg #4

I covered most things in this, but not everything. Every previous post I’ve made describing the tes iceberg I found on google image search can be found here x

Lorkhan’s purposeful failure: Lorkhan was the first spirit to go beyond the universe to see the tower, but didn’t achieve CHIM. He likely did this on purpose to show others how not to do it, and to demonstrate that it was difficult for et’ada to achieve this state because they simply don’t have the boundaries (such as death) that mortals do.

The World-Egg: The universe and the 12 previous Kalpas, everything within existence

The Khajiit Tower: this reddit thread https://www.reddit.com/r/teslore/comments/3oh7wf/the_khajiit_tower/ for everyone’s sake i’ll spare you the details of Jungian psychology, TL;DR the khajiit are a ‘tower’ made to hold up the universe and aspects of this

The Grabbers: Mentioned in the 36 lessons, a race of people in Lyg who are said to ‘have never built a city of their own’ there are theories that these are in fact Magne-Ge, due to their connection to Lyg by Mehrunes Dagon

AE: ‘is’ in ehlnofex, can be interpreted as a state of being

Shezzar became Akatosh: The only solid reference i could find was this thread, that immediately discusses how this is probably incorrect http://www.gamesas.com/could-lorkhan-have-jyggalag-t74581-25.html

The Monkey-Truth: Markuth’s teachings, also a website of tes fanfiction writers and roleplayers 

Red Moment: The potential Dragon Break at Red Mountain

The Provisional House: Mentioned in the 36 Lessons, called ‘a space that is not a space’ that Vivec observes the events of Nirn from. It may possibly protect Vivec from dangers associated with this.

Alandro Sul: The Shield-Companion to Nerevar. Sometimes called ‘the immortal-son of Azura’. After being blinded by Wulfharth, he went to live with the Ashlanders of Vvardenfell and is credited with spreading the idea that the Tribunal killed Nerevar

CHIM: To put simply, the process and state where a person realizes their place within the universe and is able to manipulate the laws of the universe as they see fit. Often associated with the concept of ‘Love’

Skaal Secrets: Discussed in the Dragonborn DLC, it’s unknown what their secrets are, but the Skaal report that they’ve kept them a secret from Hermaeus Mora for generations

The World’s Teeth: Mentioned in the 36 lessons of Vivec, sermon 17. Vivec takes Nerevar to the edge of the world, where they see ‘the bottom row of the world’s teeth’ as Vivec states. This may possibly reference a glitch in Redguard. (as a side note: The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild, a game that’s confirmed to have taken inspiration from the Elder Scrolls, has an area on the map, near the edge of the world with a row of spikes similar to what’s described here. This might be just coincidence, but I sure enjoy it)

Dagoth Ur’s Endgame: Speculation on what Dagoth Ur’s final plans actually are. He speaks of his desire to remove the Empire from Morrowind, and unite the Dunmer under the 6th House, but beyond that there’s little to go off of.  Ultimately this is just speculation and theories, mostly on what he plans to do with the Anumidium, and how that could possibly have adverse affects on reality.

Pelinal Cyborg from the Future: Another bit of obscure MK lore that’s not implemented in-game. This derives from the description of Pelinal having a ‘left hand made of a killing light’  ‘PELIN-EL [which is] "The Star-Made Knight" [and he] was arrayed in armor [from the future time].’ and his survival of being decapitated. While the text directly states he is from the future, there’s no ingame canon text stating he is a cyborg.

Reymon Ebonarm is Reman: The thought that Ebonarm, a God of War is the same person as Reman, emperor of Cyrodiil. There’s several theories dedicated to this, with different variants on the specifics.

The Enantiomorph: Directly tied to the concept of mantling and the Fourth Walking Way. Put simply, there are three participants in this. Two combatants who are very much alike and trying to become the ‘Ruling King’ and an observer who determines who wins, this observer usually becomes maimed as a result of this. 

The Third Moon: Two different things, a metaphorical or literal secret moon important to the Khajiit that only appears when Masser and Secunda are aligned, preceding the birth of a Mane. The second option is the Necromancer’s Moon, the godly form of Mannimarco.

The Walkabout: A concept in Yokudan religion. The process of spirits surviving one Kalpa to the next, facilitated by Tall Papa

White-Gold Doomsday device: I remember reading this theory a few years back, unfortunately I cannot find the exact page for the life of me. The Tl;DR on this is the White-Gold Tower is a weapon of mass destruction, either literally or in metaphysical terms (being connected to Akatosh and it’s status as a Tower). The closest thing I can find to it is this thread which describes the motives of Umbra in the novels, and how it could potentially take over Tamriel using the White-Gold Tower http://www.gamesas.com/doomsday-scenario-t69430.html

Jiub was the Nerevarine: Self explanatory, headcanon that Jiub was the Nerevarine, similar to a headcanon on tumblr that stated Teldryn Sero was the Nerevarine

House Dwemer: Mentioned as a House within The War of the First Council (which is written by an Imperial for Western Scholars) and The Lost Prophecy (written by a Dunmer) This could be interpreted in a couple different ways. A) The first book was certainly written for western readers, while there is no evidence for this being the case for the latter, it can’t be ruled out. ‘House’ is used as a simplification B) The Dwemer were considered a house, but perhaps not in the way we would initially think (being on the Great House Council)  They were grouped into a singular entity, rather than distinct clans within a cultural group (either during the First Council or posthumously) 

When Dead Gods Dream: https://www.imperial-library.info/content/when-dead-gods-dream referencing this thread. Discusses the mechanisms of Dagoth Ur’s godhood, the thread explains it better than I can here, TL;DR Dagoth Ur is not alive, but he is within the realms of gods and therefor is able to ‘project’ himself onto Tamriel and the minds of his followers.

Khajiit ended the Metheric Era: Nothing found for this

Parabolic Kalpa: A parabola is a symmetrical U-shaped curve. This theory essentially tries to explain why Skyrim is so low magic, compared to it’s history or even ESO. The thought is that as time goes on, the world becomes less connected to Divinity. Towers are destroyed and the gods are gone, but eventually things will begin to kick off again, and there will be a rise in magic, technology and the connection to these beings. Essentially tries to explain why C0da and Loveletter from the 5th era are more high magic compared to the actual games. 

Sithis: Secret Lesson from Vivec: Connects the both Sithis with the 36 lessons by terminology (The Sharmat, false dreamer ect.) and proposes Vivec may have written the book

Bendu Olo: Colovian King, may have been related to Olaj Olo, nordic demigod of mead. Also used as a placeholder name for the player character in Oblivion and the name of the dev’s test character in Skyrim

Trinimac still lives: An ESO lorebook states the Ashpit, realm of Malacath, extends into Aetherius. Some orcs also believe Malacath is nothing more than a demon presenting himself as the remnants of Trinimac. A r/teslore theory states that Malacath wears two faces. While I assume this is the Iceberg author’s sole reference, I propose this could (should) refer to another theory. (Another theory is similar to this on teslore, proposed around the same time, but this one connects the dots)  https://boethiah.tumblr.com/post/621058598373588993/tsun-is-the-shield-brother-of-shor-and-trinimac 

The Aedra are Dead: Seemingly a common topic on teslore. A basic concept in tes, the Aedra gave most of their powers to Mundus to stabilize it.  Their bodies remain as planets, and they can only have limited interactions with Nirn. 

Divayth Fyr was the Hero of Battlespire: An old theory that looks at artifacts in Divayth Fyr’s possession and ties them back to the tes spinoff Battlespire. There are holes in this theory (Divayth Fyr was a seasoned mage at the time the hero was an apprentice)

Three Talin’s: The default name given to the Eternal Champion is Talin, a character creation scenario proposes that their father was also named Talin, and finally Uriel Septim VII’s general was named Talin Warhaft.

Pelagius I was killed by the Underking: The Arcturian Heresy states that the Underking appeared as an advisor to Pelagius I, who was assassinated by the Dark Brotherhood. This theory is a possibility considering the amminosity between Tiber Septim and both components of the Underking. 

Tsaesci Goa’uld: Goa’uld are a species from Stargate that are parasites towards humans. This theory proposes that the Tsaesci are similar, explaining the inconsistencies of their appearance within the lore.

Lunar currency: The thought that the Aedra and Daedra use mortal souls like currency

Historic Star Inconsistencies: Possibly referring to the variations of the number of days within the year in Arena, not sure about this one

Mnemoli/Star Orphans:Mnemoli is either a specific Magne-Ge (spirits that fled the creation of Mundus after Magnus), or a group of them that only appears during a Dragon Break (often nicknamed the ‘Blue Star’) MK states that they’re the writers and distributors of the physical Elder Scrolls (however this contradicts ingame books, so take it with a grain of salt). Star Orphans may or may not refer to Magne-Ge as a whole. Vehk’s book of hours state's them as a ‘group or tribe’ regardless, Mnemoli falls under this secondary classification (along with Merid-Nuda and Xero-Lyg, I have my own thoughts on this which would be better explained in another post) 

Bosmer Hircine worship: Seemingly referring to a thread on 4pleb, I will not be summarizing this theory here because I’m smart and not going onto 4pleb of all places. But from canon content, Bosmer do not worship Hircine, and consider him a force that goes against Y’ffre and wants to return everything to it’s original state of chaos before the earthbones (Y’ffre being among them) stabilized things 

Septimus Signus Zero Sum: The theory that the aforementioned zero-summed at the end of Discerning the Transmundane in Skyrim. Essentially Septimus is in a fragile state, delving into the secrets of the universe and is being pushed by Hermaeus Mora, who may see him as a lab rat, into discovering things he isn’t meant to handle as a mortal, and consequently Zero-Sums. There’s holes in this, namely Zero-Summing supposedly removes all trace of existence. 

The Soft Doctrines of Magnus Invisible: A very obscure text by Douglas Goodall, discusses the binding of various gods

Abnegaurbic creed: An overly fancy word basically meaning religious beliefs, seen in Nu-Hattia Exerpt 

Dunmereth: A Nordic term for the area of Morrowind, during their occupation of it

Fifteen-and-One Golden Tones: A Dwemer term, possibly referring to the spheres of the Daedra, counting Sheo/Jyggalag as a singular entity. Also, the Dwemer swear by these 

Ideal Masters are God of Worms remnants: As Mannimarco is often said to be the first Lich, the existence of the ideal masters seems to contradict this (similar story with Azidal) this tries to rectify this by proposing that the Soul Carin is the Necromancer’s Moon, and the ideal masters are remnants of Mannimarco. This theory doesn’t hold up when examined, but is cool nonetheless. 

Sermon 37: Found in ESO, an extra sermon to the 36 lessons, ties in concepts present in c0da like amaranth. (interestingly on this list Sermon Zero is never mentioned, despite it being older and more interesting imo, but to discuss that would require lots of work)

Flying Whales: Mentioned in Aldudagga. A now extinct species. The bone bridge of Sovngarde could potentially be a reference to this.

Joy-Snow: It’s cocaine 

Mankar=Tharn: A theory that Mankar Cameron is Jagar Tharn, doesn’t hold much weight and relies mostly on the connection of Mehrunes Dagon

Sharmat: A term used to describe Dagoth Ur, an opposite to the Hortator, a force uniting people for evil. Implied to mean or be associated with ‘the False Dreamer’ a person whose view of the universe is similar to someone whose achieved CHIM, but sees themself as the center of it all, rather than a droplet in the ocean of the universe.

Pankratosword: A forbidden Yokudan sword technique that could ‘cut atoms’ similar to our modern day Nuclear Fission. A bit of etymology here, ‘Pankrato’ seems to refer to the word ‘Pankrator’ meaning all-powerful or almighty. 

Landfall: A concept from MK, a future event where Nirn is destroyed by the Numidium, and the people remaining relocate to the moons. 

Cylarne: The oldest ruin in the Shivering Isles, rumored to be the original capital. Home to the Cold Flame of Agnon

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Hate To Love You | Poe Dameron

Summary: You and Poe have been friends since you arrived at the Resistance base three years ago. Well, friends who often want to strangle each other as much as they want to take the other to bed. After a solo mission gone wrong you get teamed up with Poe for a follow up mission on Canto Bight. The two of you together under the right circumstances may lead to something neither of you can resist, and confessions that can’t be taken back. [Star wars universe] [nsfw themes no smut] [fluff] [fr-enemies to lovers [[sort of]] 

Word Count: 6k

|Masterlist In Bio|

You find yourself in a bad area of Kajimi while on an intel mission for Leia. There is supposedly a man with information about the location of an abandoned First Order fleet ship that would be an excellent salvage opportunity. Stars above know the Resistance can use all the weapons and ship parts they can get their hands on. You went in alone, opting to leave behind your usual partner Daya, while she was laid up from a blaster burn. It was supposed to be an easy job. You go into Kajimi City, go to a cantina called Knicks and meet a man in an emerald green robe. He would give you a holopad and you would leave. Of course that does not happen.

You enter the cantina and immediately note that it is absolutely packed from wall to wall. It's loud, as most are, and you make your way around, looking for the man in the emerald robe. It's hard to see as it's barely lit. It's a divey place, sketchiness oozes from every inch of the establishment. Bad things, illegal things, happen here. You keep your head down, pull your hood up and keep moving.

"Oh look at her! Hey honey, gimme some of that body." Some guy hollers as you pass him.

You step forward and push past two big aliens that are conversing in grunts. You cannot stand being hit on. It's so irritating. You wore baggy jumpsuit pants and one of Poe's jackets to make yourself seem shapeless. Apparently that didn't work as well as you hoped. You wish the contact would show up or make himself seen because you're not keen on asking the barkeep about him. Last time you did that it ended badly, as the person you were after was not well liked.

There isn't much time to worry about all of that when a loud boom shakes the cantina, causing a hush to fall over the crowded room.

"First Order! Run!" Someone yells and then panic erupts.

You're jostled around as patrons begin to hurry for the exit. This sucks, there is no way you're going to get the intel now. Fuck it. You head for the exit, squeezing past a few droids to get out into the cold night air. Sure enough there are stormtroopers everywhere grabbing people left and right. You duck into an alley and head for anywhere that is not the middle of town.

The alley goes to a dead end that has an open sewer tunnel grate. It's better than nothing. You'll camp out in the tunnels and wait until things settle down topside. You slide past the bars and head into the dark passageway, pulling your flashlight out for a better visual. Unfortunately you don't make it too far before you come face to face with a blaster as you enter a dim lit tunnel.

"How'd you find this place?" The woman on the other end of the blaster says. "You're not part of the crew."

"I ran from the stormtroopers and slipped through an open sewer grate. I don't mean any harm."

"That jacket, where'd you get it?"

You look down and back up. "Uh, someone gave it to me?"

The woman walks forward, blaster still trained on you. "I know this jacket. Who are you?"

"I'm with the resistance. I can leave, I will find another place to stay until the stormtroopers clear out."

"What's your name?"

You swallow thickly. Why does your name matter? And why is she obsessed with this jacket? "Dameron. My name is Dameron."

"Dameron? Poe Dameron? Are you related?"

Oh fuck. She knows Poe. Shit. Fuck. He told you he once had bad luck on Kajimi, but he also said he had friends there. He never specified exactly what bad luck meant, but of course you'd run into someone who knew him. It's a fifty fifty chance, either this person is a friend or an enemy and you're gonna have to roll the dice. "He's my...husband?"

She scoffs. "He's alive? That son of a bitch. I should tea-"

"Zorii! They've taken Burnham!" Someone shouts from down the tunnel.

The woman makes a noise of annoyance. "Listen, you tell Poe if he ever steps foot on Kajimi again I will have his head on a platter and serve the rest of him to a sand worm. And if I see him outside if Kajimi it's on sight. Got it?"

"Yep. Got it." You turn and head back to the entrance of the tunnels. Sweat runs down your back and you walk faster, feeling the wall for guidance. You're too afraid to turn your light back on in case Zorii comes after you. You're done taking chances today, it's time to get back to your ship and get back to base. Fuck the intel.

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"Hey! You made it back!" Poe cheers, clapping you on the back as soon as you enter the command center. He's the only one in there, seemingly going over the latest attack plans on a First Order base. "How was Kajimi? Did you get the coordinates?"

"No, I didn't." You pull off your hat and gloves, slapping them on the table. "Do you know a woman named Zorii?"

Poe's face pales, eyes wide. "Perhaps, why?"

"I ran into her on accident. She recognized your jacket!" You pluck at the leather collar. "I'm fairly certain I'm lucky to be alive."

"Whoa hold on, did you say it was mine?"

"Sort of? I don't know, she asked my name and I said Dameron because I didn't want to give my real name because safety and whatever and I didn’t think any more of it. But of course she knew you! And she seemed to think you were dead. Wanna explain?"

"You gave my name?!" Poe grabs his hair and turns away, pacing the length of the star chart console. "Fuck! What did you tell her? I need to know. Did you say you were my sister? My cousin? My child?"

"First of all I'm too old to be your child you idiot. I said wife."

"Wife?! Oh for ewoks sake. You told her I was married?!"

You shrug the jacket off and throw it on a console. "I took a chance Poe! I had no idea if she was a friend or a foe!"

"Oh you took a chance alright. I'm so fucking dead now."

"Why? She was pissed but how bad can it be?"

Poe laughs debilitatingly. "Faking my own death to get out of the crew and join the resistance? Is that bad? Or hold how about this, I faked my death and we were seeing each other at the time I did."

Your jaw drops. "Poe Dameron! You did what?!"

"Yeah! Yeah, no I know! I'm a huge piece of shit but I did what I had to do to keep my ass alive."

You throw your hands up and turn away, walking toward the seating area. "You couldn't just break up with her like a normal person? No?"

"It wasn't about her, it was about leaving the crew."

"Then just leave!"

"Just leave? You have no idea how much shit that would put me in. I faked my death to sever all ties. Spice runners don't let people just leave when you know about their production and-"

"SPICE?!"

"Yeah that's what I said. We all have a past, don't start with me." He groans and sinks down into a chair. "I'm so fucking dead."

"You're only dead if you set foot on Kajimi. Just don't go there."

"Ah, yeah sure. Didn't plan on that regardless. The point isn't that I want to go back to Kajimi one day, it's a shit hole anyway, it's that Zorii knows I'm not dead and I lied to her. She's going to be furious and probably come after my ass."

"Well she can't miss it."

Poe gives you a death stare. "I'm aware my ass is big. Believe me, the seats in the falcon remind me every fucking time. I don't need this right now." He stands and heads for the exit as a few Captains enter. You watch as he leaves and turn your chair toward the console behind it, burying your face in your hands and sighing heavily.

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"Poe?" You call out tentatively as you enter the area of the hangar where he's been working on his x-wing for the last several hours. It's been a day since you got into it in the command center and you feel horrible for making him angry. He's your commander, and you'd even say friend though you butt heads a bit, but at the end of the day you do care for him. A lot. More than you probably should, even if he is a real pain in your ass. He gets under your skin and makes you hotter than any man ever has. It's a fine balance of attraction and irritation.

Sure enough he's laying across the top of his x-wing, foot hooked into the opening of the cockpit, stretched out reaching something inside the engine. He's got on just his cargo pants and a black tank top and you cannot help but stare at his ass. Yes, you teased him about it earlier but in all honesty you love it. It's so...grabable and sexy. He has no idea. Or maybe he does. It seemed like a sore subject earlier but you had been teasing him so that's your fault.

"Poe?" You say a bit louder and he pushes up out of the engine, arms holding him up against the mainframe. His hair is curled beyond belief, the humidity and sweat most likely.

"What now?"

"I wanted to say sorry for yesterday morning."

He pushes himself up farther and repositions himself to slide off the edge of the x-wings body to stand in front of you. He wipes his hands on his tank and crosses his arms. "Why'd you say you were my wife?"

"Huh? I told you, because-"

"No. No, you could have said sister or cousin, anything. But you chose to say wife. Why?"

"I guess I thought it was the safest option." You shrug and dig your boot into the dusty concrete. You definitely haven't imagined what it would be like to be his wife. To be his girlfriend even. Definitely not.

"You thought- oh." Poe hums. "Well I got news for you, wife. We have an assignment together."

"What? Why?"

"Because our friend with the coordinates has taken refuge in Canto Bight."

"The casino resort city? Why the fuck would he go there?"

Poe shrugs. "It beats me. Maybe the guy has a gambling problem. Either way, you and I are going and we are getting those coordinates."

"Why do you need to go?"

"As your partner."

Your heart sinks. Leia knows you blew it on Kajimi. It wasn't supposed to be a solo mission but you said you could handle it. Not that it was your fault the first order decided to raid the city. But why Poe? Why not send someone else with you? Daya? Rose? Wexley?

"Why?"

Poe jumps and hits the release for the hood of the x-wing to fall closed. "Why, because Leia said so."

"Why you? Doesn't she need you here for stuff?"

He smiles and hooks his thumbs in the belt loops of his pants. "It's gonna be me because I asked for the mission."

"You're messing with me aren't you? This is some kind of retribution for outing your fake death."

"Maybe, maybe not." He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you against him. "Pack your bags, because it's honeymoon week on Canto Bight."

"What?!"

"Oh yeah. They're only letting couples in and seeing as you're my wife now..."

"POE DAMERON!"

"Mmm?"

You shove him and he cackles. "You asshole! You are so petty for this."

"Yeah well you signed my death warrant. The least I can do is get even just a little bit."

"I'm not going to sleep with you!" You shout back as you walk away. "I'm not your real wife!"

"We'll see about that!"

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Poe Dameron can clean up nice. Galaxies he looks like a model when he peels off the fighter suit and runs his hand over his curls. He's in a red silken dress shirt, the top three buttons undone and showing off his gold chain beneath that dips down low on his chest. Black slacks that are definitely tailored because they hug his butt and thighs like they're made for him. Fuck.

"Are you going to change?" Poe asks, gesturing to your flight suit. "I don't think they'll let us in if you're in that."

"Of course I'm going to change." You tug at the velcro of your suit and peel it open to reveal your dress beneath. It's not too fancy, just a simple black dress, knee length and short sleeved. You don't have a lot of nice clothes, they just aren't something you keep around. You do have a necklace from your mom, a nice silver chain with a blue gem pendant. You don't look nearly as nice as Poe does.

"So our cover is that we're a newly wed couple who can't keep their hands off each other. I'm more likely to get noticed here. I can hide my face in your neck and hair. People don't care much for PDA so they will hopefully just ignore us and-" Poe stops mid briefing and you look over at him. "Oh damn." He mutters softly. "My wife looks hot."

"What? Shut up." You toss the flight suit into the cockpit and attempt to fix your hair in the reflection on the windshield. "You're being an ass."

Poe lays his hand on your lower back. "I give you a compliment and I'm an ass? What kind of backwards planet are you from?"

"It was not a compliment. You said wife. Which is not a compliment, it's teasing, so you are an ass."

He leans in close and you press against the x-wing. You can see him in the windshield behind you. Your eyes meet in the reflection and you refuse to look away. His voice comes close to your ear, eyes still boring into yours as he says, "My partner looks stunning and beautiful and I cannot believe I get to do this mission with her. Is that better?"

Your stomach sinks and your heart stops. "You're not bad yourself."

He chuckles, still close to your ear. "I know."

"Confident much?" You press back against him to move away from the x-wing and he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tight against his warmth. Your body flushes, heat pooling in your stomach. Flashes of what you'd like him to do race through your brain. Galaxies what you wouldn't let him do to you. No. You have to get your mind out of the gutter. You have a job to do.  "Let go, Poe."

"Better get used to it. We're going to do a lot of touching." He purrs before he releases you.

You roll your eyes and he smirks.

"Don't think I can't see that blush." He walks beside you as you head to the grand entry way of the Canto Bight resort. "I know you want me."

"In your dreams, Dameron."

He chuckles. "I do have lots of dreams." He matches your pace and slips his arm around your back. "Fun dreams. We should share them sometime."

You cut him a glare and he grins. "You're really playing into this cover."

"Who says I'm playing?"

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As soon as you're checked in, the hunt is on. You can't help but wonder how many of these people would just leap at the chance to throttle you and Poe for simply being part of the Resistance. There's only one way to get this rich in the galaxy and that is weaponry and sympathizing with the First Order. After an hour or so you and Poe head for the elevators that go to the game rooms on the top floor. It's the roulette rooms to be exact. You got word from base that the contact is a roulette player, always betting black.

"I hope we find him." You say to yourself as the doors to the elevator close. It's only you and Poe inside, which is fine with you. At least you don't have to act when no one is around. The last hour has been an excruciating test of will power. You want this to be over, to never have to touch Poe again because it is killing you inside. You know this won't last.

"As do I."

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I still feel like we're flying a little blind."

"We'll find him."

You look over and Poe has his arms crossed, staring straight ahead at the reflective doors. You look at the doors and take in the two of you together. He looks like he belongs here and you don't. People are going to know you're fakes. This isn't a mission for you, you're not a good actor and you're barely dressed for the part.

"You look great, stop worrying." Poe says softly.

"What? I didn't say anything?"

"You're staring at our reflection intently. I know what you're thinking and you're wrong. You look great."

You fold your arms over your chest and lean against the wall. "You're staring too."

Poe turns and steps directly in front of you. "I'm staring at you."

"Well stop."

"I can't." He catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger and your hands start sweating, heart going wild. "I wanna take it all in while I have it."

"You think I'm not going to dress up ever again?"

"Maybe. I've known you for three years now and I've never seen you like this."

"Don't get used to it."

Poe releases your chin as the elevator dings, signaling your floor. "I won't. But I'm going to relish it while I can."

"Yeah, you do tha-ah!"

He grabs your hand and pulls you out onto the game floor, tugging you against his chest. He slides a hand into your hair and your knees go weak. "Remember our cover?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Newly weds." He drops his lips to your ear. "That can't get enough of each other. You can touch me again, it's okay."

You rest your hand against his chest and his heart is beating fast and hard. He's really into this. "How are we supposed to find the contact if we're all over each other?"

"We will. Just follow my lead."

Poe wraps his arm around your back and guides you to walk with him to a table. He crowds you against the table in front of him, lips going to your neck. "Ask what the buy in is?"

"What's the buy in?" You smile sweetly, looking at the dealer. You're trying not to tremble but Poe is really making you feel weak kneed. He's taken to sliding his hand across your stomach and massaging his thumb just over your ribcage.

"Twenty thousand Madame." The dealer says happily. "Shall I put you on the board next round?"

"Uh.."

"Yes." Poe says more lustfully than helpfully.

You shiver and nod. "Yes please."

The dealer gives a nod and begins to set out a marker for you while the roulette wheel spins away.

"How exactly are we doing this?" You hiss at Poe and he chuckles. "Seriously what money do you-"

"He's here."

"What? Where?" You look around the table and no one matches the contact's description. "Where?"

Poe bites at your neck and you let out an embarrassing little noise of pleasure. He's hitting all your sensitive spots and it's driving you mad. "Table at our two o'clock."

You look over and sure enough there is a man in a long emerald green robe. "Great let's go talk to him."

"Not so fast." Poe murmurs, fingers flexing on your stomach. "We have a game to play."

"No we don't. We have no money." You seethe and he hums against your back. "Seriously what are you-"

Poe lays a bundle of tokens on the table and your eyes go wide. "Don't lose." He presses a kiss to your cheek and pulls away.

"Don't- how the fuck am I supposed to-" You look back and he's crossing the game room to get to the table where the contact is. You look back at your own game and white knuckle the edge of the table. You don't even know how to play roulette.

"Madame? Your bet?" The dealer calls, looking at you.

"I- thirteen?"

"The color Madame?"

"Black."

"Very well."

You watch as the wheel spins and the little ball bounces around inside. It's insufferable. You can't watch. You know it's going to cause you to lose this stack of tokens Poe just slapped down out of nowhere. Why does he have so much money? You look up and find him standing near the contact. He doesn't appear to be talking, just observing.

"Winner!"

Your eyes snap back to the table and the dealer is pushing a large amount of tokens toward you. "What..."

"Thirteen black, straight bet. You've taken the majority of the pot Madame. Shall I put you down for another round or cash you out?"

"Cash out."

The dealer stacks your tokens into a carrier and pushes the small box toward you. "Best of times madame."

You gather the box and make a beeline for Poe. The moment you're in range you lay a hand on his back and he turns, scooping you against him and pressing his lips to your cheek. "I-...Okay?"

"The contact is a spy from the First Order," Poe whispers, kissing along your jaw and your mind goes fuzzy. "This is a trap. We need to stay low, contact Leia and find out more information."

"H-how do you know?" You stammer, brain split between wanting to focus on the mission and getting Poe alone in a bedroom.

"He's wearing a ring that only First Order commanders have. I've seen it before."

You slide your hand down his back and rest it on his ass. It takes everything in you not to squeeze. "We should talk elsewhere. Like you said, we need to get ahold of Leia."

"Did you lose my money at the table?"

"No, and on that subject, where the fuck did you get that much in tokens? Since when do you just have an extra twenty thousand laying around?"

"Don't worry about it. What did you win?"

"I don't know?" You move away and hold up the carrier full of tokens. "The dealer just gave me this."

Poe takes it and his eyes go wide. "Holy sh- this is way more than I laid down. Okay first things first we cash this out and get a room. Then we call Leia."

"Sounds good."

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The room is huge, a suite for a small family. Seriously you could house at least four people in there comfortably it is so large. You take a seat on the end of the giant gold and black bed in the center of the room and Poe starts rolling up his sleeves. It's way hotter than it should be and your brain wanders. It'd feel so good to have him pin you down, kiss you until you can't think straight anymore. His tongue is probably so skilled and-

"Hey, hello, you alive?" Poe says, touching your shoulder. "Did you bring the communicator?"

"Yeah, yeah it's in my purse."

Poe looks around and spots the small purse you had been carrying. "This could have been very bad."

"Do you think he would have tried to kill us?"

"No. I think he would have given us the coordinates and lead us into a death trap." Poe dials out the command center code. "I knew this abandoned ship was too good to be true."

You flop back and stare at the ceiling while Poe talks to Leia. It's painted gold with black stars imprinted throughout. It's interesting, ritzy and obnoxious, but still pretty. You smile to yourself. You've never been in a place this nice. Never in a million years did you think you would find yourself in Canto Bight. Heat rises in your stomach as you reflect on the last hour or so with Poe. He was so willing to touch you, to make you squirm under his attentions. Does he feel some type of way for real? Is he playing the part? You know one thing, you are never going to recover from this. You're going to have dreams for months.

"You know your dress is leaving little to the imagination."

You snap out of your thoughts and sit up, staring at Poe who's standing at the end of the bed looking down at you. Galaxies it's so sexy, his eyes are trained on you and you can't look away. Your dress is hiked up to your thighs, so laying down he could probably see your underwear. "Maybe you should look elsewhere."

"Maybe I don't wanna." He smirks and your blood pressure skyrockets. He reaches out and flips the bit of fabric laying on your leg and exposes a bit more skin.

"Poe!"

His big hand covers the top of your thigh and he gives a little squeeze. "Tell me to stop."

"Poe...what're you doing?"

His other hand finds your opposite thigh and he slides them up under the dress. He's just touching your legs and you're getting riled up. He presses his face into your neck and you let out the most feeble whine of pleasure. "If you don't want this for real, tell me now."

"We shouldn-"

He gives a little bite and you fall backwards, body no longer able to handle it. "Yes or no sweetheart, I need to know if you want this?"

"Yes. I want you." You bite your lip and it's all over. Poe climbs over you, holding your wrists just like you imagined. His lips find yours, kissing you hungrily while you squirm beneath him, aching to touch him in return. You know it's going to be a long night and that's just fine.

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Sometime in the middle of the night you wake up, eyes opening to the darkened room. For a moment you cannot sort out where you are. The bed feels unfamiliar, the air smells different, nothing is right. Then it hits you. Canto Bight. Poe. You roll over and sure enough there he is beside you, arm over his face.

Last night comes back to you. Oh man. That's why you're sore and naked. You turn back over and Poe shifts on his side. An arm wraps around your chest, pulling you flush against him under the blankets.

"Go back to sleep sweetheart."

"You're awake too."

His hand slides up your chest and settles against your throat. You shiver, remembering last night. A wave of heat courses down your body and settles between your legs. He must know this because he chuckles softly. "Quiet now aren't you?"

"Shut up."

"That's not what you told me last night." He kisses along your shoulder and rubs his thumb back and forth across your throat, applying gentle pressure. "I believe the words were, harder please."

"Poe we just woke up. Do you really need to do this now?" You groan and he slides his hand away, settling it on your chest instead.

He nuzzles against your hair and places another kiss to the back of your neck. "I don't want it to end."

"What?"

"Us, this."

You turn over and face him, nearly nose to nose. You can feel his breath and you stare at each other for a long moment. "You want this?"

He nods. "Please?"

"Okay, I'm down for exploring this." You smile and he leans in to kiss you gently. "I guess I wasn't so far off when I said I was your wife."

Poe cards a hand through your hair. "Easy now, we could make that a possibility. There's a dozen union halls here."

"We're not getting married!" You laugh and he does so in turn. "Fuck a guy once and he wants to make you his wife. Damn, how long has it been Poe?"

"Shut up!"

"No seriously, how long?"

"A while."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Sure. It's your fault."

You narrow your eyes and he's grinning. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means, it's your fault I haven't gotten laid." He flips your nose with his finger and you swat him away. "I'm spelling it out here."

"No you're not? How is it my fault exactly?"

"Because I'm...inlovewithyou." He mutters the last bit, and stares diligently at your pillow.

You touch his cheek and turn his head up to look at you. "Run that by me again?"

"You heard it."

"I heard the impossible. So I know I heard wrong."

"Fuck you, impossible."

"Then say it again!

"I love you!" He takes in a shaky breath. "You're the only woman I've ever met that goes toe to toe with me and gets under my skin to the point I just want to rip your head off but also fuck you so hard you're begging for it. I look forward to seeing you every morning, I look forward to talking to you every day. When you go on missions I can't eat or sleep because I'm so damn worried you won't come back. Fuck, you're everything and I-I must look like an idiot."

"Poe."

"Don't say it. I know it's fine. You don't feel the same and-"

You lean forward and kiss him to make him shut up. He catches on immediately and cradles your face as he returns the kiss. "First things first Dameron..."

"Yeah?" He mutters, eyes closed as he chases your lips as you speak.

"Don't ever tell me how I feel."

He grins and opens his eyes, staring back at you with burning fire. It's passion, challenge, interest. So many emotions you can't settle on one. "Can I tell you want to do?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes?" He slides his hand down to your throat, not squeezing, just touching. "You seemed to like me telling you what to do last night."

You bite his lip and he groans. "Maybe sometimes."

"I'll take sometimes." He pulls you against him, tucking your head under his chin. "Can I take you to breakfast?"

"Like a date?"

"Yes."

"Sure, but you gotta tell me where you got those tokens last night."

He chuckles. "They're fake."

"Fake?! You gave me fake tokens?!"

"I told you not to lose didn't I?"

"You son of a bitch."

"No my mother was a kind woman, thank you."

"I hate you."

He kisses your head and holds his lips to your hair. "No you don't."

You grip his back, pressing your face into his chest. "I don't. Not even a little."

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Three days after you and Poe return to base things don't seem to have changed. Poe doesn't seem to hint at wanting to be together, he doesn't say anything about what happened between you two on Canto Bight. It's weird. You had such a good night and a lovely breakfast. As far as hook ups and first dates go, they were some of the best you've ever had. You thought things were going well, that you were going to be a couple when you got back to base, but that isn't happening and you don't know why. It's a little annoying and you wonder if Poe is embarrassed to be with you. Or maybe he doesn't want people to know because he wants to keep his options open. You feel played and it is not sitting well.

"Bout time you got back." You say as Poe walks up to the supply cart you're stocking in the hangar. He has been out on a mission with the black x-wing team. Some sort of attack on some stormtroopers invading a resistance friendly settlement.

"Miss me?"

"Yeah, sure." You roll your eyes.

Poe grabs the handles on the cart and leans forward as he speaks. "Is there a problem?"

"I don't know, is there?"

"Don't start with me."

You slam down a pack of fuses and lift your eyes to meet his. "Don't start with you? Oh no problem, you already didn't start it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh fuck you."

Poe raises his eyebrows. "Fuck me? I'm not doing anything. You're coming at me for who knows what. Tell me what I did!"

"Nothing! You've done nothing Poe! Since we got home you've barely looked at me twice. We spent an incredible night in Canto Bight and for what? For what Poe?!"

"That's what you're mad about?!"

"Yeah! I feel like I've been played!" You laugh angrily, stepping away from the cart and walking around a pile of scrap parts in boxes. "Is Poe Dameron too good to admit he fell in love?!"

"Fuck all, you don't need to shout that across the base!"

You narrow your eyes at him. "You want me to shout? Oh I'll shout." You turn your back to him and face the open expanse of the hangar. "I'm in love with Poe Dameron and he is in love with me! We fucked on Canto Bight and it was amazing!"

A few pilots and crew nearby make noises of encouragement.

Poe grabs your shoulder and turns you around a little rougher than you expect. He backs you against the wall and your heart goes absolutely wild. "You want something to scream about? I'll give you a reason to scream my name."

"Put your money where your mouth is Dameron."

He leans in close, caging you in with his hands on the wall beside your head. "Call me by my last name again and I'll make sure you scream it too."

You stare at him in heavy silence for a moment. The tension is teetering on thin ice. "Tell me you love me. Say it again."

"I love you." He presses his forehead against yours. "I love you until the stars burn out."

"Then why have you been putting me off for the last three days?"

"I've been working through some personal shit."

You swallow thickly. You feel like an asshole now. "I'm sorry."

"You didn't know." He drops his hands from the wall and holds your face. "I promise I'll tell you everything one day, just bare with me."

You grab his wrists and rub your thumb over the back of his hands. "Are you okay? Like...y'know?"

"Yeah."

"You're sure?"

Poe nods. "It's just my PTSD and some other stuff. Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Do you really love me like you just shouted to the base?"

You smile and he bumps your noses together. "Yeah Poe. I love you."

He leans in and kisses you, smiling into it as he does so. "You're really hot when you're angry."

"You are too." You grin back as you slide your hands over his butt. "Maybe we should work on communication."

"Mmm. Then let me tell you how much I want to get you alone right now."

"What's stopping you?"

"Nothing." He grunts as he slides his hands under your legs and lifts you up. "I'm taking you straight to the commander's quarters for punishment."

You grip his back tightly as he walks you out of the hangar. "What's my offense?"

"Verbally attacking a commander and stealing his heart."

"You're cheesy."

"You love it." He purrs, placing his lips against your throat. "You love me."

"Yes, yes I do."

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[mercurysowntwenty-two]

tell me more about lancer!! (I’ve heard of it but never played)

“It is 5016u, and the galaxy is home to trillions. At the core of humanity’s territory there is a golden age, but outside of this newly won utopia the revolutionary project continues... Your character in the world of Lancer is a mechanized cavalry pilot of particular note – a lancer. Whatever the mission, whatever the terrain, whatever the enemy, your character is the one who is called in to break the siege or hold the line. When the drop klaxons sound, it’s up to them to save the day. “ - Introduction, Lancer core rules (pp 10-11)

Lancer is a very good role-playing game about piloting giant robots and using them to make Utopia happen. I’m going to organize this into mechanical things that are Very Good about Lancer and lore things that are Very Good. Here are 12 things I like Very Much about Lancer. 

MECHANICAL

1. COMPCON

2. In addition to a primary system of regular old weapons n attacks n hitpoints, there is an entire other system of technological attacks and “heat” hitpoints to represent hacking enemy robots to increasingly bizarre effect. Making regular physical attacks is tied to physical weapon “mounts” on your mech, and these mounts may be destroyed over the course of a fight, so the technology attack system gives players who might otherwise be neutralized something to do the whole time. 

3. So much player choice: There are 29 mechs in the core rulebook, another 5 in the first rules supplement, another 3 freely available on the publisher itch.io, then various others in the nooks and crannies of the Lancer discord. Do not be daunted, however!  i. In a source like COMPCON above, all the mechs are organized by manufacturer and role. Each in-universe manufacturer matches one of the 4 fundamental mech stats so if you know you’re aiming for a mech that especially interacts with a particular part of the mechanics you’ve already selected out 75% of the choices.  a. The matches go like this: Harrison Armory matches to the “Engineering” stat and so their mechs deal with the Heat mechanics in interesting ways, HORUS matches to the “Systems” stat and so they specialize in hacking other mechs and other technological attacks, Interplanetary Shipping-Northstar matches to “Hull” and so builds tanks and tough guys, and Smith-Shimano matches to “Agility” and so builds the sexy ones the ones that have interesting ways of avoiding getting hit. b. Roles are relatively straightforward too! Striker mechs are the close-quarters fighters, artillery are... artillery- long range fighters, controllers do big Areas of Effect or impose conditions or alter character movement, defenders have big shields or are mobile bunkers or are just so darn big they protect those behind them, and support is... support- they share bonuses like repairs with their allies.  ii. Take this all together and finding the mech that best suits you is actually real easy despite the long long lists. And if you ever get locked into a build you grow to dislike? At every level up, you can completely replace and overhaul the mech licenses (which represent your ability to use the relevant equipment and frame associated with a given robot) you have so you can try other robots. 

4. The NPC system: There are 33 NPC statblocks, organized by the kind of role they have in a potential fight. In addition, there are 12 templates you could potentially apply to an NPC. Both statblocks and templates are defined by “systems”- just little traits and qualities and there are often many optional systems you can slap on for an extra level of customization. Therefore, you can tailor hundreds if not thousands of NPCs out of a seemingly-limited stock.  i. The template system means any potential moveset or archetype can be made into a miniboss or boss ii. The template system means you can flavorfully telegraph how an encounter can go- telling the players they are fighting a group of pirates prepares them for coreworm rockets and grapple leashes (hallmarks of the pirate template) regardless of the actual statblock in use. iii. Each statblock is effectively 3 statblocks in one, set to different tiers to match and scale to the level of the players throughout the game (so oops I guess there are 99 NPCs by default) iv. Monstrosity- it’s for Kaiju! it’s also one of the most modular statblocks for all the little tweaks you need for Big Monster v. Squad- for footsoldiers! 

5. There is no class system (mechanically speaking, in the lore Union is working on it). Character creation functions through selecting Skill Triggers for situations outside your mech and Talents for situations inside your mech, and mech licenses themselves. Even Backgrounds are mostly just lists of questions in order to prompt character introspection. 

6. I put this last down here because it’s kind of at the intersection of the mechanics and the lore, but Lancer has some good random tables for generating things like planets, space stations, people on space stations, Pirate crews, and big Enterprise companies. It’s just good clean fun. 

LORE

I also created this google doc for totally unrelated reasons

1. The naming convention of the rings of Union and the Blinkgates- Blinkgates are Lancer’s mechanism of faster-than-light travel. They are Big installations and passing through one can take you to any other instantly. They’re organized into “rings” of the stations that are physically closest to one another, emanating out from Earth. Each ring is named after a mountain range on Earth (now called Cradle because of course) and each gate is named after a peak in that range. This is a real small detail in the grand scheme of things but I adore it because this naming convention is a clear reflection of the priorities and values of the people who did the naming. Every gate by definition is situated in places that humans have already settled, but they’re not named according to local convention. Just so, every gate is situated somewhere in Cradle’s night sky, but they’re not named for things like constellations. Each blinkgate is named after a feature on Cradle because the blinkgates were named by the Second Committee of Union, who had a driving philosophy of Anthrochauvinism (a manifest destiny attitude towards humanity on the galactic stage, with a heavy bias towards humanity as it is on Cradle) and so of course blinkgates are named as a projection of life on Earth onto space without regard for the actual space they occupy. 

2. On a related note, according to the starship-battle spinoff Battlegroup, Union names its largest starships- its battleships- after environmentalists. That just warmed my little Environmental Scientist heart, and also is a clear reflection of the Third Committee’s values and priorities (Union rose from the ashes of an environmental disaster on Earth, and the Union Navy under the Third Committee has a general mandate of acting protectively and defensively, so Union has effectively named one set of their people’s protectors after another set of protectors). 

3. The fact that every faction is simultaneously in a state of escalating tension. "The Good War" is this inevitable conflict that everyone constantly expects, but it is constantly not here, which just increases the tension further. This makes for good adventure fodder.  i. KTB and HA are about to have the Second Interest War in the Dawnline Shore,  ii. Union and the Aun are about to have the Second Distal War in Boundary Garden, and SSC is gonna wade into it because geneticists gotta get their samples I guess,  iii. IPS-N is about to fall apart from infighting,  iv. In the Long Rim HORUS is closing in on Horizon, finding the Fourth Metavault is around the corner

4. Utopia is a verb. Corollary: Union are the enemy you want. Or: Life is good, but it can be better. All this to say, Union is presented as an unambiguous force for good, but the game and the creators make no bones about how Union can be made better (and thus directly put improving the world in the players’ court!). 

5. Many Factions are defined by a fundamental expectation-subverting "What If?"  i. Union- what if the big bad hegemony that rules over everything was (at least trying to be) the good guys?  ii. The Aun- what if the mysterious and mystical theocracy explicitly and literally had the support of a god and thus could back up their claims of manifest destiny?  iii. The Corpros- what if all of these awful organizations actually did materially improve people’s lives, instead of that just being a propaganda line they throw out to justify themselves?

6. NHPs- Explaining what’s up with NHPs in full would be a whole Thing, so for now I’ll just share my favorite thing about them: they’re like droids in Star Wars, except the creators actually acknowledge the immorality of the situation and thus generate and encourage discussion about it in the playerbase, rather than just let it be taken for granted (and thus directly put improving the world in the players’ court!). 

[meetthetank]

Cruciamen Chapter 11: A Touch of Honey

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, Other Fandom: NieR: Automata (Video Game) Relationships: 2B/9S (NieR: Automata), A2/A4 (NieR: Automata) Characters: 2B (NieR: Automata), 9S (NieR: Automata), A2 (NieR: Automata), A4 (NieR: Automata), Emil (NieR: Automata), Kainé (Nier) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, genre typical violence, On the Run, Monster of the Week, 9S is a half demon, 2B and A2 are shapeshifter Dragons, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Smut in the future, inaccurate depictions of medical procedures, Fantasy Biology, A2 is Nonbinary Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25104214/chapters/79358422

The art in the thick, leatherbound tome is unlike anything A2 has seen before. Great warriors, their mighty weapons, and the monsters they slew dance across the page and intermingle with the precisely placed text. They run their bandaged fingers over the linework and imagine the rough splinters of the carved woodblock. Each image is rendered with exquisite detail and transferred to the page with expert skill. The ink doesn’t even smear when they touch it.

The door to their sickroom swings open. A4 strides in, black curls bouncing with each step, carrying a basket of supplies and a plate of food. The dry beige stuff, “bread” and soft yellow stuff, “cheese” have been mostly replaced by fresh fruits, but there’s still small pieces of both hidden underneath. The nun regards A2 with a bright smile that makes her emerald eyes shine. For the past three days she’s greeted them this way, always the same smile, the same twinkle in her eyes. It’s weird, but A2 doesn’t mind.

“I didn’t take you for a scholar,” she says, placing her basket down and coming to their bedside. “Oh, no offense.” A4 scans the page open on A2’s lap, then sighs wistfully. “I always love this story. The Sword Saint is one of my favorite heroes. What about you?”

A2 blinks, their expression neutral. “I can’t read it. I just think the pictures are cool.”

“Oh.” The nun turns her head and makes a strange coughing noise. When she turns back her face is red, making the smattering of freckles across her cheeks stand out.

“What?”

“Nothing!” A4 yelps. “Just ah-... Dry throat is all.”

“Okay…” A2 mutters.

“What’s your favorite picture then?” A4 asks, eager to change the subject.

Their expression lightens a bit. “The weapons.”

“Oh, really?”

A2 nods. “Yeah. Never seen some of these before. They look cool.” Their fingers trace across an image of a wicked looking serrated blade. “Back home, the elders said that weapons told stories. I never believed it as a cub, weapons couldn’t talk.”

“Interesting,” A4 muses. She looks at them, lying in bed, clearly bored out of their skull. Their leg bounces under the covers, their eyes dart around only to settle on her face for a few moments, then find something else to be interested in. The book is long forgotten, and A4 guesses that sitting here telling stories would be as ineffective as trying to get them to change their bandages regularly. Then,  suddenly claps her hands together.“I have an idea!”

They close the book and tilt their head to the side. “Huh?”

“I bet you’re tired of walking around the infirmary. I could take you around some of the other buildings, if you’d like.”

A2 grumbles to themself. Though they feel better after walking with A4, they despise being led around like a lost cub. Not even the prospect of new scenery will change their attitude.

“There’s lots of sculptures and art, and even relic weapons I could show you,” she says with a coy smile.

That… gets their attention. “... When are we going?”

“Whenever you’re ready, I think.” 

A4 offers her hand out to A2 to help them out of bed. They wrap their bandaged fingers around hers and allow themself to be pulled up. Though the sharp pains and aches that ravaged their body have dulled, they still wince and hiss under their breath as they stand. Parts of their skin, particularly in their shoulders, elbows, lower back, and legs, feel too tight, as if their bones are a tanning rack. A4 places a worried hand on their shoulder. They give a dismissive wave but don’t reject the touch. 

“I’m fine,” A2 says, forcing themself to stand as tall as they can. “Just a bit stiff.”

The nun sticks by their side as they leave the infirmary. A2 grumbles that they’re not about to fall over, but A4 remains adamant that she’s here in case they need some support. They glance around at the other rooms that happen to have the doors open. There aren’t many other patients housed here; A2 counts at least three or four patients and one other nun. This place must not get many visitors, or much outside aid for that matter.

The sun blinds them temporarily as they step onto the worn path that leads from the infirmary to the rest of the convent’s grounds. Straight ahead is an old stone chapel, decorated with symbols and iconography A2 recognizes from the book they were reading. Immediately left of that is a building similar in structure to the infirmary from which other nuns come in and out. The scents of unfamiliar foods drifts out of the open windows, and A4 giggles when A2 stares at the building as they pass.

As they approach the living quarters and the chapel, A2 notices a distinct change in the atmosphere around them. There’s an energy in the air that sends a chill up their spine, something unseen that makes the downy feathers beneath their hair prick up. 

A4, noticing their tension, puts a hand on their shoulder.

“What is that?” they ask, stormy eyes darting around in search of a threat. “Something’s weird here.”

“It’s the blessed grounds,” A4 explains. “The area surrounding the chapel and our dormitory have been consecrated to ward against demons and other creatures.” 

A2 nods along, not understanding at all. At least this place has some kind of protection. The only thing preventing an invasion is The Bog to the north and dense woods to the south. A fence or stones would be preferable, but a magical barrier will do, they suppose.

A4 brings them to the chapel first. She stops in front of the heavy wooden doors with A2 by her side and clasps her hands together in front of her chest. Though she mutters a prayer in a language A2 does not recognize, they can tell the words are full of reverence. She bows her head, makes motions across her body with her hands, then leans forward as far as possible in an exaggerated bow. A2 stands and stares, unsure if they should be following along or not. They fold their hands clumsily, only for A4 to giggle at them once again. Heat floods their face and they cross their arms over their chest with an indignant huff. 

She pushes the doors open much more easily than A2 thought she would. Cool air laden with fragrant incense rushes out and rustles their hair. There’s barely any light inside, only the sun’s rays and a few candles illuminate the interior of the old building, but it’s enough for the colorful glass windows to shine in brilliant greens, reds, and blues. They follow A4 with their head on a swivel, trying in vain to take in everything around them. Each window has an image inside it of different colored glass, giving the depictions of strange beings and holy figures an otherworldly quality. In between each window are statues depicting all manner of weird and awe-inspiring creatures. There are many beings that seem to defy the laws of nature, each one brandishing instruments of war such as swords, spears, and great shields. One winged creature with a long, featureless face that ends in a point unnerves A2. Despite it having no eyes, it seems to stare at them. 

“What are these…” A2 murmurs, finding themself staying close to A4.

“Angels,” she explains, slowing her pace to match A2’s

They shiver. “I didn’t think they would look so…” So much like demons? They don’t dare say that aloud. “... Monstrous.”

A4 giggles. “Angels and other heavenly bodies aren’t from this world.”

“Oh.” They scuff their shoes against the stone floor, feeling a little silly. Of course they wouldn’t be from this world. “Where are they from? Has anyone seen an angel before?” 

They don’t mean to be rude, they’re only curious, but the frown that sours A4’s soft features makes them rethink asking questions like that again.

“We call their world Paradise,��� she says, forcing her expression to be neutral again. “There are a number of thinkers that theorize that it’s somewhere high above the clouds or among the stars. The few times we have seen angels, they’ve descended from the sky.” She sighs and thumbs the fabric of her dress. “It’s... been a long time since anyone has seen an angel. The last recorded sighting was during the time of the Hellwalker, thousands of years ago.”

A2 hums and searches for anything to change the subject. A statue close to the small altar catches their attention. An armored human, or something that used to be human, holds out his arms as an angelic warrior erupts from his split chest. Though graphic and morbid (the scene sends chills down A2’s spine), none of the more gruesome details are rendered in the stone. Even the human with his chest agape seems to be enraptured by the holy warrior emerging from his decimated body.

“Wh-” 

They stop short of asking about the sculpture, but ever observant, A4’s head whips around to face them. She looks from their face to the statue and back again, easily piecing together the question A2 was about to ask.

“This was Saint Agustus, an Ascended,” she explains. “Exceptional people of the Faith are sometimes chosen by the Bishops to give up their body to an angel. They become holy vessels of divine will.”

A2 only nods along, watching as A4 clutches a charm that dangles from their prayer bead necklace. They can’t make out the shape, but it looks like a similar design to what the statue of Saint Augustus has tied to his belt. Before A4 can catch them staring they avert their eyes, making sure not to linger on anything for too long. The last thing they want to do is make this sweet nun feel like she has to educate them on every aspect of the Faith.

“The weapons look cool,” they say in a desperate attempt to avoid any prying religious based questions.

It seems to work, as A4 smiles. “They are, but the real ones are even cooler.” For the first time since coming into the chapel, she looks genuinely excited. It’s infectious; A2 can’t stop themself from grinning as well. “Would you like to see some?”

All A2 has to do is nod once for A4 to grab their hand and lead them through the chapel and down a stairwell. A few other nuns scowl at her but it doesn’t seem to bother A4 in the slightest; in fact she seems to smile wider once she does notice. That little act of mischief from the woman A2 thought was a good and pious girl makes her smirk, just a bit.

Another set of oaken doors separate the basement of the chapel, used for storing unused furniture and holiday paraphernalia, from the Order’s armory. The array and variety of weapons is impressive enough, but the decoration and detail on their ornaments is dazzling. Each sword, spear, axe, mace, and bow is embellished with holy symbols, geometric designs, and mosaics of brilliant gems and stones. A massive sword in a glass case catches A2’s eye. Its intricate lattice work and inlaid jewels outline the polished and gilded blade. It’s ostentatious and far too gaudy for their tastes, but A2 can’t deny that it’s impressive.

“That’s Teresa’s Ecstasy,” A4 explains. “Or, a replica of it.”

“Cool…” A2 says, staring at the sword with wide, awestruck eyes.

A4 goes around and gives a little lesson on each weapon or replica and who used it. Teresa’s Ecstasy might be the largest and shiniest, but the brutal headsman axes wielded by Holy Executioners would be their choice out of the lot, hypothetically. There’s a pair of swords that look strangely familiar to A2, two serrated black iron swords devoid of the elaborate decorations or the others. A4 explains them to be the favored weapons of someone known as the Sword Saint.

“This is what I take into battle,” A4 says and takes what A2 thought to be a censer off of a rack, but it is adorned with the wicked blades and spikes of a flail. “I burn a sacred herb inside that emits a smoke that suffocates demons.”

She demonstrates her skills with several wide sweeps and a downward strike to finish. A2 steps back to give her room to swing the flail. It almost looks like a dance and it astounds them that A4 doesn’t lose control of the weapon and smack herself in the face with it. It's enchanting in a way they didn’t expect, and they find themself watching her with enough intensity that when A4 catches them staring, her face flushes red and she falters, allowing the golden chain to catch on her arm. She sputters a half explanation, half apology as she hangs the thurible back on its rack. 

A4 clears her throat. “S-so. Which one would you pick?”

They can’t help but smile. Her question carries the same excited innocence that a child has when asking a friend what their favorite lizard is. A2 scans the racks and shelves filled with weapons, relics, and replicas. Most of these are far too flashy or strange for them to latch onto, but there is a rack of simple wooden weapons. At first they mistake them for harmless training weapons, but one catches their eye. They pick up a heavy dark oak club with spikes crudely hammered into the rounded end. It’s hefty, top-heavy, yet well balanced and cruel. They give it a practice swing, then a more powerful one and smirk at the simple brutality of the spiked club.

“This one. If I didn’t have my sword, of course.”

She giggles. “I thought you might pick the Club of Saint Gertrude.”

A2 decides that Saint Gertrude had good taste. They set the club back in its place with much more reverence than before. 

The pair don’t stay down in the armory for very long. An older nun whom A4 refers to as Sister Beatrice (who also lingers behind them as they leave) scolds them for playing around with holy relics. A4 tries to defend herself but quickly absconds with A2 in tow before the old woman could get too angry. As they exit the chapel and A2 has to walk past the statues and windows once more, they can’t shake a certain observation of the convent’s art and iconography that sticks in their mind. Everything here, despite being holy and images of purity, is very... sexual. Even the people or demons being skewered or torn apart have expressions of pure ecstasy and pleasure. They shove the thought away as they and A4 exit the chapel and the fresh air fills their lungs.

Along with the calming scents of grass and the woods, something else catches A2’s attention. A savory smell, like searing meat but not as sharp or oily, drifts from the building A4 had identified as the dormitory. It’s a wholly unknown scent to them, but it makes their mouth water nonetheless. Thankfully that building is A4’s next destination. 

Since there’s no ritual she needs to perform for entering the living quarters, A4 walks right through the much less ornate wooden door, holding it open for A2. The entryway is sparsely decorated: only wide, featureless windows that let in natural light and potted plants of various kinds sit among neatly lined pairs of boots. Other belongings and clothes sit on small tables and vanities near the door: several woven black shawls, prayer beads, and simple leather satchels. It’s hard to tell just how many nuns live here, but A2 figures at least twenty based on how many pairs of boots they can see. 

A4 leads them through the halls of the dormitory, which is relatively uninteresting aside from the different paintings of what A2 assumes to be saints that adorn the walls every so often. The smell grows stronger and stronger until they reach a large, open kitchen and dining area. Well-used pots and pans hang from the rafters, a pot of water boils on an oven with a small cookfire crackling inside, and plates of breads and cheeses sit on the center table, ready for lunch time. 

The young nun bustles back and forth, checking on the pot of something she calls “pasta” that boils on the stove while A2 idly examines the different foods lying about. Some of them they recognize, like cloves of garlic, from the witch’s house. Others they have to sneak a bite of to decide whether or not they like it. Most of the powders and dried plants are far too strong, and it takes all of their self control not to vomit after biting into a thin stick of… something.

A2 finally comes to the loaves of bread that have a white decoration on top of them arranged neatly on a tray. While A4 fusses with organizing some utensils and complaining about how messy one of the other nuns is, A2 picks up a small loaf. It’s much softer than they expected, and denser. It must be a different kind than the ones A4 brings them. It crumbles easily when they roll a piece between their fingers. The white decoration turns to a sticky liquid when they touch it. Cautiously, they take a bite.

It only takes two bites for A2 to eat the whole loaf. 

Whatever this is has to be the sweetest, most amazing thing A2 has ever put in their mouth. It reminds them vaguely of honey, a rare treat back home, but with so much more added to it. They taste a bit of fruit and some of the spices they had sampled in there as well. Suddenly they feel like they’ve been missing out on so much of the world, a feeling that causes tears to well up in their eyes. 

A4’s laughter snaps them out of their religious experience. They try to wipe their eyes as nonchalantly as possible, but the nun sees right through their ruse.

“I never thought anyone would react like that to my baking,” she says, smiling from ear to ear.

“Y-...” A2 looks at her with wide eyes, “You made that?”

“Yes,” she giggles. “It was one of the first things I learned to bake. It’s sweet bread.”

A2 thinks they might like this place after all. They reach for a second loaf only for A4 to smack their hand.

“Hey! Save some for the rest of us!” she scolds them, but the smile plastered across her face lets them know there’s no malice at all. A4 leans in close to A2 and drops her voice to a whisper, “If you cooperate with your treatments and behave yourself I can sneak you some.”

Her excitement is infectious. A pleasant warmth rushes through A2’s body as they laugh with her. “Okay, deal.”

...When was the last time they felt like this?

They don’t linger in the kitchen for very long. A4 tugs them along by the hand once again, eager to have A2 meet her mentor at the convent (or to get them away from the food). She says this is the final stop of their tour, which comes as a secret relief to A2. Their legs and arms are starting to ache and despite eating an entire loaf of sweet bread they want to lie in bed for a few hours. Even walking through the dormitory halls takes the wind out of them. They try to hide it as best they can, but A4 gives them a concerned look when she hears them wheeze.

The final stop turns out to be the dormitory’s infirmary. Why the nuns have their own separate medical wing confuses A2, but the group seems eager to keep outsiders away, considering all the strange looks A2 has been on the receiving end. The room is devoid of people aside from two older women. One wears the same plain black dress and white headscarf that the other nuns wear. She hunches over a much more decrepit woman, dressed in a black robe with an intricate geometric pattern on the front, denoting a higher rank, and tends to a wound on her face. As A2 walks closer, they can smell a harsh potion similar to what A4 has been giving them to clean their sores. 

“Sister Margaret!” A4 calls and waves, then bows to the older old woman. “Good afternoon, Mother Superior.”

“Good afternoon, sister,” both women answer in unison.

A2 gives a shaky wave, standing behind A4 as if this tiny woman would protect them from awkward social encounters. 

“Is this the girl we rescued from the Bog?” Sister Margaret asks, only sparing a glance at A2 before turning back to the wounds on Mother Superior’s face.

They’re about to chime in with their usual response to that assumption, but their words catch in their throat as Mother Superior turns to face them, allowing A2 to see the full extent of her disfigurement. 

Her eyes are gone. The only thing that remains are her eyelids, sewn shut, and two circles of thick scar tissue over them. Sister Margaret gently dabs a sharp-smelling cream over the wounds. 

“Speak, child,” Mother Superior says, her voice severe but worn with age. “Does my penance frighten you?”

“P-...” A2 stammers, their aloof personality vanishing in an instant, “Penance?”

“Mother please.” Sister Margaret playfully taps her elder on the shoulder. “Don’t scare the poor girl.”

A4, Sister Margaret, and Mother Superior chat while Maragret finishes up with her treatments. The three women all seem to get along, from A2’s perspective, but A4 and Margaret seem far closer. A2 lingers on the edge of the group, waiting for and dreading when attention turns back to them. All the while, they can’t stop looking at Mother Superior and her wounds. The word “penance” echoes in their head over and over and over. They see an iron mask sitting beside the matriarch and swallow a lump forming in their throat.

It isn’t long before Mother Superior stands to leave. She waves her goodbyes, A4 and Sister Margaret bow in return, and the old woman hobbles out of the infirmary, leaning on a wooden cane for support and navigation. 

As soon as Mother Superior exits the room, Sister Margaret claps her hands together and approaches A2. “Now! Let's take a look at you…”

This woman has no sense of personal space, A2 thinks. She pulls at their lips to check their teeth, runs her wrinkled hands over their scales and bandages, digs through their hair like she’s looking for ticks, and holds their eyelids open to examine them. They let out a low, annoyed hiss, but allow the old nun to pick them apart like an experiment.

“Looks like you’re doing a good job so far, 4!” Sister Margaret praises. A4 beams with pride. “Keep up with fresh fruit as her main diet, change the bandages daily or more if needed. How are you feeling? Be honest, girl.”

“Uh- I’m not…” They stop, unsure if correcting Sister Margaret about their gender would cause problems. “I’m... still sore. Get tired easily. Get sick if I eat too much.”

Sister Margaret and A4 nod in exactly the same way. “Well,” Margaret begins, “Rest, walks, and a proper diet should put your humors back in check. Don’t keep your condition a secret, there’s no room for the sin of pride in these walls.”

A2 nods, then suddenly chokes on their own spit as Margaret grabs at their upper arm and squeezes their bicep. 

“Hooo boy!” she hoots, giving their arm another squeeze, seemingly pleased by how hard the muscle is. “She’s something alright!” Margaret turns to A4, whose face already begins to flush red. “I’ll say this, if she cleaned up, she’d be a snack and a half!”

She laughs at the red faced A4, while A2 stands there with the blank stare of a confused cub.

[villainousshakespeare]

Offerings

Loki/OFC one shot

Rated M: Angst, tooth rotting fluff, love, some light smut, 

Summary:  Laek is a healer from Alfheim sent to Asgard to train under Eir. She is lonely on so alien a world, with no one to talk to and all her dreams of adventure on hold. When she begins to receive gifts from a secret source, she cannot begin to imagine who has left them, or why.

**Set before the events of Thor I, when Loki was still a sweet (if mischievous) untraumatized soul.

I have been feeling a bit blue this weekend, and wanted to write something angsty and tooth-achingly sweet. This was the result. I hope you like it!!!

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OFFERINGS

She did not belong here. The thought echoed like a silent scream through Laek's mind, try as she might to suppress it. Looking around her, at this strange world she'd been thrust into, it was all she could do not to weep. Laek knew she was being self indulgent and melodramatic, but she could not seem to help herself. What, after all, was a young woman like herself, born and raised to heal the injuries of men and gods, doing in a realm that celebrated war?

All around her, men and women dressed in armor, encased in and carrying the steel that was designed to do harm to one another. The air filled with the clang of weapons on a constant basis, accompanied by cries as blade edges found their homes in flesh. Even wielded as they were here in practice, mistakes were bound to be made, injuries acquired. They celebrated scars here, badges of honor for the noble race that elevated all that she had been raised to strive against.

It was not that she was a pacifist. Laek knew that there were things worth fighting for, causes that she would die to defend. It was just that the level of worship here accorded brute strength, the ability to maim and kill, was out of all proportion to her mind. Surely, surely, she thought, there were other skills of equal value.

She had been brought here to train in her arts, for it was on Asgard that the Goddess Eir, worshiped above all by healers such as herself, resided. It made sense, in its way. Where else would she be more needed than on this barbaric world. And Laek was learning much and more from the blessed Goddess. Her own powers and knowledge were still green, if great in latent strength. Laek was the strongest natural healer to be born to her people in generations, but at just 700 years old she had much still to learn. It was thought that 100 years under the watchful eye of Eir would be exactly what was needed to nurture her gift. 100 years. She had been here for one month, and already she wanted to throw herself off the much vaunted rainbow bridge to escape.

It would be easier, she often thought, if she didn't look so different on top of all else. She was smaller than most of these Asgardians, both in height and body mass, and her clothing was soft and flowing rather than hard and protective. Her pale gold hair she kept long, after the fashion of her Alfar people, braided across her temples and tied with ribbon woven through. Under a high brow, her wide, tilted eyes shaded different colors, from gold to green to crystal, depending on her mood, an embarrassment to her now that she found them so often a cloudy grey that gave away her discontent.

Laek was not mistreated, of course. Eir and her acolytes were kind to her, in their fashion. But the Goddess was old, dry, and set in her ways. The All Mother, Frigga, had pulled her aside upon her arrival in a most kindly manner, telling Laek that her door was always open, should the young healer need to talk. Occasionally she had thought of taking her up on that offer, but in truth she was more than a little intimidated by the regal Goddess that ruled Asgard at her husband's side, and her courage had failed her every time. Odin himself flat out terrified her, as did their two sons, the golden Thor and the sleek, dark but pale Loki. She watched them, but never dared approach.

And so Laek spent her time in a somber routine. In the mornings she would rise, bathe, dress, and report to the infirmary. Once there, she would spend the early half of the day tending to the sick and injured, attending on Eir and absorbing as much knowledge as she could at the healer's side. In the afternoon, she would head to the library, where all of the written knowledge of all 9 realms was stored in the pages of books and scrolls, a collection that had no rival in any universe. She would loose herself there for hours in reading, studying healing or simply learning about the customs and practices of other places, places she longed in her secret, adventurer's heart to see for herself one day.

She ate her meals at the end of a table in the great feast hall, alone amidst a sea of strangers. At night, she retired to her chambers to an early rest, often walking in the moonlit garden beneath her rooms, where she could pretend for a moment that she were home and at peace.

It was in the library one afternoon, in the beginning of her second month, that the first token appeared. She had found her eyes glazing over as she studied a text on blood transfusions, and in an attempt to rouse her mind had gotten up and wandered to the section that contained dwarfish riddles, pulling a book at random to bring back to her seat.

When she returned to her bench, her breath caught in her chest. There, lying atop the open tome that had so sedated her, was a pale blue crystal. The stone, smooth to the touch and oval in shape, had a pure clarity that made the sparkling fire at its depth shine so brightly it looked like the evening star. Laek had seen many such stones in her time, for they came from her home, from Alfheim, but never one so perfect, so incandescent.

Dropping the riddle book, she had picked it up with trembling hands, and then, unable to do anything else, had run to her rooms, thrown herself on her bed and wept, clutching it to her breast. It was home, a talisman of all that she missed in this strange land.

She had asked the next day, in a shy, anxious voice, if the librarian on duty had seen where it had come from, who had left it. In response, she had gotten a terse "no" and a lecture on leaving her books unshelved when she was finished with them.

Eight days later, she had been walking in the garden as the first stars rose, blue stone secreted into her pocket so she could feel it cool against her hand. When she reached her favorite bench where she always stopped to gaze up at an unobstructed view of the heavens through a circle of elder trees, she found a flower. Placed carefully in the exact center of the bench, it was a perfect red rose, a flower that she had only read of until then. It grew on neither Asgard nor Alfheim, but was prized on Midgard for its beauty. She raised it to her nose and inhaled the lovely aroma, a soft smile coming to her lips.

After the rose, it had been a snowflake, perfectly preserved between two pieces of glass found in her cubby in the healer's quarters. Larger than any she had ever seen, she knew it could only come from Jotunheim, home of the fearsome Frost Giant. How anyone could have gotten it, let alone why they would have left it for her was a mystery she couldn't begin to explain. Still, the gesture touched her deeply. Someone had noticed her, other than to sneer or pity. Someone was being kind. She only wished she knew who it was.

Laek began to hope for the small tokens, to take greater note of her surroundings in case some small item were to be slipped in. It was a good thing, too, as she could easily have injured herself had she accidentally sat on the twisted puzzle box made of small metal daggers that had obviously come from Nidavellir. She spent all that night unlocking it, to find a bright green gem set on a silver chain within.

The tokens made Laek's life exciting again. Oh, she knew how pathetic that sounded, but she didn't care. She had a friend, even if they didn't make themselves known to her. Every time she searched the area where a gift was deposited, there was the same result. No one had seen anything. No trace was to be found of the person who had left them.

When they stopped, she was devastated. Three weeks went by, and there was nothing. Not in any of the places she frequented. As time went on and no further offerings of friendship appeared, Laek grew despondent. Perhaps whoever it was had found a new game, a new way to pass the time that did not involve the strange Liosalfar who was all alone on Asgard. On the day that marked a month passing with no new token, Laek begged off early from the infirmary, pleading fatigue of her own, and returned to her quarters. She knew it was silly to feel so bereft, but she could not help it.

She was aware something was wrong the moment she opened the door to her outer chamber and her eyes shifted to amber. She had magic deep within her, at her very core. A warding over her rooms, her sanctuary, was a automatic outcrop of that magic. She could tell beyond a shadow of doubt when someone had breached that warding, no matter how subtle the magic the intruder had used. Tiptoeing silently, she made her way towards her bedroom, where a quiet rustling could be heard. Opening the door, her eyes went to a figure standing over her bed.

"Frjosa!" she said, arm twisting out towards the intruder, who instantly froze in place.

With a pounding heart, Laek pushed door the rest of the way open and gaped in stunned disbelief. There, next to her bed, was the frozen form of Loki, Prince of Asgard, Odinson. She had caught him just raising his head, his green eyes wide with surprise as the spell hit him. His hair, dark and straight, brushed against the collar of his green tunic ornamented with gold. One elegant, long fingered hand was extended towards her pillow, and in it was grasped a rolled up piece of parchment tied with a green ribbon.

"What in all the Nine?" Laek said allowed, staring at the frozen prince.

Why would he be in her room? It made sense in one way, only a strong sorcerer would have been able to break her wards and enter. She knew he was known for his mischief, had he had some prank in mind to play on the unsuspecting foreigner thrust into their midst? With his mastery of magic, he could pull any number of tricks on her.

Shaking her head in confusion, Laek made a small motion with her fingers, and unfroze his body, still, however, containing him within a parameter of limited space.

"My Lady," he gasped, a flush of red suffusing his cheeks. "I pray, forgive me my intrusion."

"You," she said, stupidly.

"I am Loki," he told her, sketching a courtly bow.

"Yes, I know," she replied with a little laugh, feeling her eyes shade to blue as she blushed. He was royalty and handsome as sin, she could hardly not know who he was. "I am Laek of Alfheim. But I suppose you know that, since you are in my room."

"I do," he admitted with a small nod of his head. "Again, a thousand apologies for my trespass."

"But why are you trespassing?" she asked, tilting her head as she stared at his handsome frame. She could feel his magic pulsing from him, attempting to find a chink in the stasis field she had him trapped in. Only in her own chambers would she be able to confine one as strong as he she knew.

"I don't suppose you would believe this is a shortcut to the armory?" he asked with a devastating smile.

"Through my bedroom? I think not."

"Ah, well then."

"What is that you have in your hand?" she demanded, noticing how he was attempting to hide it behind his back.

"Nothing," he said shortly, blushing again.

"It is not nothing!" she approached him warily, as one would a cornered animal. She knew he could do no magic, not bound as she had him, but that did not mean he could not use physical strength should she come too close. Against that, she had no defense unless she chose to freeze him again, and such a course would not yield the answers she sought.

"Your magic work is commendable," he praised her, sending a spark of something warm shooting through her. "Normally I could break a spell such as this in a matter of seconds, but your construction is seamless."

"You are in my nest," she shrugged, inching closer. "It is the way of our kind to protect our homes."

"Perhaps you could teach me," he smiled again, unleashing a lethal charm for one so young. She felt her own lips begin to tilt up, struggled to get them under control.

"Perhaps," she said non-committaly. "Once I know your intentions."

With speed that she knew surprised others not of her race, Laek's hand shot out and snatched the scroll from his hand. He made an unconscious noise of protest, but she had it out of his reach before he could grab it back. Was it a spell, she wondered? Some joke he sought to play on her? Biting her lower lip, she untied the ribbon and unscrolled the crackly parchment.

Her eyes widened with shock as she read the words written in an ornate, ancient hand. It was Vanir in origin and dialect, but the words were not a sorcerous incantation, but rather a poem; a rather romantic, lyrical poem set in a forest by night.

"I meant to be gone before you found that," he stammered. "I had no wish to embarrass you."

"You!" she breathed, realization hitting her. "You are the one who left all the tokens for me!"

Her left hand dipped into her pocket to grasp the blue stone, while her right flew to the green gem around her neck. Her eyes flicked to her bedside table, where the rose stood in a crystal bud vase next to the pressed snow.

"I did," he admitted, not meeting her eyes. "I ran out of locations to leave them for you. You go so few places. It took me weeks to breach your warding and make my way in here. I never expected you to return so soon. It is not your normal habbit."

He was babbling, she realized. As though he were the nervous one.

"Why?" she asked, at last. "Why leave them for me?"

"You seemed so lonely," he said, arms coming across his chest and head ducking down defensively. "Always by yourself, not really fitting in here. It caught my attention."

"It did?"

"Yes," he said softly. "I know a bit what that is like. Let us say, it piqued my curiosity. An easy thing to do, in truth. I watched you often in the library. I spend a portion of most days there. Tracked what you read. It seemed you had a desire to see the worlds."

"I do," she admitted. "I always have."

"I know a bit about that too. I know of course that you are here for study, and what a demanding teacher Eir can be. I trained under her for a century or so myself you see. I thought, if you could not go to the world, perhaps the world, or a small representation of it, could come to you."

"A stone from Alfheim, a snowflake from Jotunheim, a puzzle and gem from Nidavellir, a rose from Midgard, and a poem from Vaniheim. You went to all of those places? Found these things?"

"I did," he said, as though it were nothing. "It is easy enough if you know how. I admit, I was stumped as to what I would do when I reached Helheim on my list. Even I might have difficulty breaking in and out of there."

"Again, why?" she asked, staring at him with wonder. "It must have been so difficult. Why go to all that trouble? You might have just talked to me."

"I like a challenge," he said proudly, lifting his chin. After a moment though, his eyes dropped. "And I did not know if such an overture would be accepted. I am not... well liked or understood on Asgard."

"That makes two of us," she laughed, a bit breathlessly.

"I suppose it does," he replied, chuckling himself. "My dear Laek, do you think you might undo the stasis barrier? While it is causing me no physical distress, the wound to my pride is nigh on unbearable."

"Of course!" she said at once, moving her hand in a lateral swipe that dissolved magic.

"Thank you," he said with a deep breath of relief.

"I liked the gifts," she told him quietly, suddenly feeling shy now that he was free.

"Did you?" he asked, stepping towards her.

"They are all that has made these past months bearable on this planet."

"You are all that has made the past months bearable," he said, gazing into her eyes in a way that made her breath catch. "Before you arrived, I was miserable. Nothing changed, everyone was the same. Then you appeared, and I couldn't breath. I wanted... needed to know you."

"Me?" she she breathed in awe.

"You. Have you no idea how beautiful you are? And then to discover you were smart as well, gifted in magic, and curious to boot? For the first time in centuries there was someone in this accursed realm besides my mother who I thought I might understand. Who I wanted to know. To know in so many ways."

"You could have said hello," she said, feeling far out of her depth as he stood so near to her, took her hand in his.

"I could have," he said. "I chose not to. Can you forgive me?"

"Yes," she said simply, willing in that moment to forgive him any sin.

"Will you let me kiss you?" it was the uncertainty in his voice that touched her the most. He honestly didn't know if she would allow it.

"Yes," she said again, transfixed.

He was slow, gentle. His lips touched hers softly at first, brushing against her like silk. When she tilted her head towards him, he sighed into the kiss and gently lapped against her lips with his tongue. Laek opened her mouth willingly to him, inviting him to explore, to taste her. His arm came around her waist and pulled her flush against him as her fingers fanned out over his chest. He at last pulled away from her, leaving little nipping kisses on her lower lip as he did.

"Minn svass,"  he murmured as he gazed at her. "Your eyes are crystal."

Laek blushed crimson. She could tell from his smug voice that he knew what crystal meant. Her truest color. She wanted him. Wanted him desperately.

"Do not be embarrassed, sweetheart," he smiled. "Mine would be too."

As he took a step away from her, her eyes drifted downward and she saw the proof of his words, tenting his trousers.

"I would not disrespect you," he told her in a rough voice. "Would court you as your station deserves."

Laek bit her lower lip, struggling for words, always a problem for her when her emotions ran high.

"Could you not disrespect me just for one day?" she asked at last, flashing him a nervous smile.

A slow, wide grin spread over Loki's face as he stepped back towards her, pulled her into his embrace.

"I can do that," he practically growled at her.

He was kissing her then with a newfound ferocity, claiming her mouth, her neck, anywhere he could find flesh. Her hands fumbled at the hem of his tunic, and he raised his arms to help her pull it off. Her dress quickly followed, and he tumbled her down onto the obliging mattress just inches away.

"So beautiful," he groaned, eyes wandering her body where she lay naked before him. "Delicate as a flower and all for me."

"Loki," she panted as he devested himself of his trousers and stood before her in all his glorious nakedness.

She guided him into her, sweet and wet and open to his invasion. Her slim legs rose to wrap themselves around his hips as he buried himself within her walls. He had wanted her for so long, the beautiful, alien woman who had captured his interest from first glance. The reality was even more perfect than he had imagined. She was soft yet supple, molding around him as he thrust within her. He could feel the magic that was part of her very being, and it mingled with his own in a way that made their coupling more intimate than he had ever known it could be. When he felt her walls clamp down around him, felt his own release pump warm and strong inside her, filling her, it was with an intensity he had never experienced before. He cried out her name, almost as though in prayer, heard his own name called back with equal urgency and bliss.

When at last they could breath again without panting, Laek lay cradled in Loki's arms, head resting on his slim, muscular chest. One of his hands toyed lightly with the stone around her neck, and she smiled at the thought of him finding it for her.

"Promise me," he said to her, "that you will wear this always."

"I promise," she told him without hesitation.

"Tomorrow I begin to court you officially," he reminded her.

"I look forward to it," she smiled at him with a dreamy smile. The smile faded after a moment as her crystal eyes sought his green. "Loki, I have been so lonely."

"Think not on that, love," he told her, covering her with his body. "I am with you now, and you will never have to be alone again."

[emsartwork]

Winx Timeline/Show Changes Masterpost

PRE-HISTORY

Great Dragon and Shadow Pheonix create the universe

Great Dragon and Shadow Pheonix create life on planets.

Great Dragon and Shadow Pheonix burn themselves out, leave remaining power on Domino. 

STONE/METAL AGE

People develop stone weaponry and are hunter/gatherers. Magic is not used or understood. 

People use small amounts of magic move into metal manipulation and farming societies

NEOMAGIC ERA

People develop magic techniques, cultures with sustained peace have more technology than warring planets.

Magic splits into categories.

Obsidian formed from massive dark spell. Realix also formed as a result of cast of power.

Ancestral witches born. 

Lord Darkar kills to possess the Shadow Flame, is thrown into Obsidian.

Omega Planet becomes deserted due to Obsidian radiation.

First Fairy transformation(Arcadia Clariel of Magix)

MID MAGIC ERA

Lord Darkar Emerges mutated, is defeated and retreats to Obsidian again.

Ancestral Witches begin search for Dragon Flame.

Most planets have a united monarchy now. 

Danix transformation created and Earth unified under Dana. 

LATE MAGIC ERA

Lord Darkar emerges again.

The Wizards of the Black Circle start to gain power. 

Morgana Takes the throne of Tir Nan Og

The Wizards of the Black Circle “vanish” Neverland, including inhabitants.

Ancestral Witches begin to work with Lord Darkar

Acheron begins collecting things into his book.

The Wizards of the Black Circle imprison Tir Nan Og.  

7 Ancestral Fairies create the Mythix Wands and defeat Acheron.

Ancestral Witches create Valtor and begin conquering planets. 

Ancestral Witches put a cruel fairy on the throne of Eraklyon.

Ancestral Witches turn on Lord Darkar, sending him back to Obsidian.

Morgana escapes the imprisonment and searches for other fairies, slowly losing her memories.

MODERN ERA

Erendor Becomes king of Erakylon.

Bloom(+winx+boys+other characters about the same age) is born. 

Seige of Domino: Politea betrays Daphne, Ancestral witches attack Domino. Ancestral Witches defeated by Oritel and Marion and all pulled into Obsidian. Valtor defeated by the company of light. Domino cursed, Oritel and Marion captured, Daphne killed and spirit is tied to Sirenix. Bloom receives Dragon Flame and is sent to Earth.  

PRE SEASON 1 EVENTS

Faragonda becomes headmistress. 

Roxy is born. 

Morgana returns to Tir Nan Og. 

Sky and Diaspro are arranged to be married. 

Flora meets Helia. 

Sky and Thoren are attacked. 

Flora’s mom gets remarried. 

Aisha finds dancing. 

Musa’s mother dies. 

The Trix start their search for the Dragon Flame. 

Stella starts dating Brandon and is expelled from Alfea for reckless endangerment. 

SEASON 1

Stella’s spacecraft gets attacked and crashes on earth. 

Bloom starts to attend Alfea and gains magic winx. 

The Winx club is formed. 

The Trix identify and steal the Dragon Flame from an emotionally vulnerable Bloom. 

Bloom follows Daphne’s spirit to Domino, discovers her past.

 The trix launch an attack on Magix. Bloom and the winx(+red fountain and alfea and cloud tower students) defeat them. 

Trix imprisoned in the Ohm correctional facility for magic users.

NOTE: only Stella and Brandon are dating as of this season. 

BETWEEN SEASON 1 AND 2

Lord Darkar emerges from Obsidian in the chaos of the Trix, sets up underground. 

Begins searching for the codex pieces. 

Lord Darkar kidnaps the pixies. Aisha tracks them down.

Professor Avalon is hired by Alfea for the coming semester.

SEASON 2

Aisha rescues Piff. 

Lord Darkar imprisons the real Professor Avalon. 

Lord Darkar breaks the Trix out of prison. 

That mess in Downland happens. 

Bloom and Sky officially start dating.

Lord Darkar recognizes Bloom’s Dragon Flame. 

The winx escape with the pixies and rescue Brandon from Downland. 

Flora meets Helia again but doesn’t remember him right away. 

Lord Darkar gets the red fountain codex piece, the cloud tower piece, the alfea codex piece and then the Pixie Village Codex piece.

Charmix is earned in the wildlands of Magix. 

Timmy and Tecna start dating.

Flora and Helia are skirting the edge of dating.

Bloom is kidnapped and turned to Dark Bloom. 

Darkar, Dark Bloom, and the Trix enter the Realix, the winx follow. 

Bloom is turned back to herself BY ALL HER FRIENDS NOT JUST A FLIPPIN BOYFRIEND. 

Defeat Darkar with Charmix convergence and he returns to Obsidian.

BETWEEN SEASON 2 AND 3

The trix escape from the realix through soul convergence(witch thing) and are sentenced to Omega.

Radius and Casandra start dating and become engaged. 

SEASON 3

Valtor is released and attacks Andros, Aisha returns to deal with it. 

Valtor manipulates Casandra and Chimera, leeches off of Radius’s core/connection to the second sun. 

Bloom and Valtor’s dragon fires resonate. 

Aisha and the girls go to Andros 

Aisha loses her sight, but regains it through Enchantix. 

Valtor manipulates Diaspro, now specifically targeting Bloom. 

Stella earns Enchantix by saving her father. 

Valtor takes Cloud tower and attacks Alfea. 

Musa earns Enchantix by saving Galatea. 

Faragonda is turned into a tree.

Winx go to Lynphea and Flora earns her Enchantix.

Flora and Helia start dating.

Fargonda is healed. 

Omega portal on Andros unstable, Tecna closes it and earns Enchantix. 

Bloom goes to Pyros and forces Enchantix, she cannot miniaturize or use fairy dust. 

Nabu shows up. 

Winx minus Bloom get the water stars. 

Valtor gives the Trix Disenchantix. 

Valtor is defeated by Bloom punching through the ancestral’s magic and taking back the dragon flame spark in him. He is re-imprisoned on Omega.

Nabu and Aisha start not-not dating(aka they go out and spend a lot of time one-on-one but aren’t calling it dating).

BETWEEN SEASON 3 AND SOTLK

Bloom begins her search for her parents.

Locates Hagan.

SECRET OF THE LOST KINGDOM

Girls find Hagan, who made the sword Oritel wields(it’s also connected directly to Marion’s core magic which is how she like, “possess” it). 

Winx minus Bloom graduate from Alfea. 

Bloom is sad on earth but less time is spent on that than in the movie lol. 

Bloom talks with Daphne in her dreams again 

Daphne has spent the last two seasons searching for the lingering connection to their parents and has managed to re-ignite it. 

This triggers the witchs’ spirits in Obsidian and they pull Mandragora out of stasis and send her out to find the source. 

Bloom turns 21, party, group leaves for Domino. 

The whole Roc thing is unnecessary but Musa is my fave so it stays. 

Library 

Book of Fate is a book of collected Prophecies from Magic users of Domino. 

Riven is stung by Mandragora’s insect and a sleeper spell is placed on him(can’t be detected unless active). 

They don’t go to pixie village as they can literally just go to Obsidian without a random key. 

The sleeper spell in Riven is activated, trying to keep everybody out of Obsidian but being familiar with mind control he manages to resist it enough to send the girls through to obsidian before he loses control. 

Musa stays behind, protecting the boys from Mandragora while they talk Riven back to himself. 

Musa is still injured but by Mandragora, Riven latches on to this long enough to deck Mandragora and remove her hold on him. 

The rest of the Winx push through the horrors of Obsidian and find their way to a small patch of stability where the ancestrals have tied their spirits. 

The girls are drained, and eventually only Bloom is left standing because of the dragon flame. 

Daphne manages to conjure her own spirit and “possesses” Bloom’s body, they take the sword and are able to stab the objects the ancestral witches’ spirits are tied to, defeating them for the time being(they’ve been in Obsidian long enough to have mutated into something more than spirits tho). 

Look I’m sorry I love Sky but he doesn’t save the day, the prophecy about the king with out a crown was translated from ancient Dominian and “king” was a gender neutral term and actually refers to DAPHNE. WHO IS THE RIGHTFUL RULER OF DOMINO WITH HER PARENTS OUT OF THE PICTURE. 

Together Bloom and Daphne pull their people back onto the planet and heal a small portion of it(the planet continues to recover as people populate the areas again) 

Bloom’s enchantix is complete now. 

The ancestral witches’ leave obsidian as part of the pull, and are drawn to the trix because of their blood connection

MAGICAL ADVENTURE 

 yes it takes place before season 4. 

Bloom and her parents re-establish Domino and begin to rebuild. 

Sky goes to help, and asks to begin courting Bloom, who misinterprets this as a marriage proposal and she’s not happy about it like in the film, ok like she is happy but is also like “UMMM. I HAVE A LOT GOING ON RN IDK ABOUT THIS SKY” but she accepts and the media run with the story. 

Bloom and the Winx return to Alfea as esteemed alumni to welcome the new freshmen. 

Trix attack, and steal the magic compass from the Alfea Vaults.

They find the Tree of Magic in Pixie Village and begin setting up for their spell. 

Sky tells his father about his Courtship with Bloom, who expresses his guilt over Domino(he doesn’t forbid Sky from marrying Bloom because Erendor isn’t an asshole he’s just traumatised lmao). 

Sky and Erendor plan to tell the Domino Royal Family about what happened. 

Oritel is, understandably upset by his friend breaking a promise, and when Sky tries to explain Eraklyan Courtship customs to Bloom, Oritel lashes out and overreacts, banishing both Erendor and Sky from Domino.

Bloom thinks Sky broke up with her, and in classic Bloom fashion runs back to Earth 

She’s joined by the rest of the Winx shortly. 

The Winx go to Eraklyon to figure out whats happening and Erendor tells them about Havram 

the Winx + the boys want to fix the city and figure that would at least help Eraklyon even if Oritel is still upset. 

The trix finally have their spell ready and bind the tree of magic before destroying it 

Binding the greater population’s magic usage through the tree’s connection to them(they leave their own magic intact somehow). 

However, the ancestrals warn them that there’s a secondary source for the tree of life. 

The ancestrals harnessed the Tree of Life’s power originally to threaten Erendor, wrecking the old capital city of Havram with a blast of magic. 

The blast took root in the city and is still there.

The Winx lose their magic on the way to Havram, and start freaking out(Nabu is also freaking out but the rest of the boys are p chill with it since they don’t use magic anyways). 

The Trix and the Winx+ find the sprout at the same time and in the process of defending/evading the trix’s magic, Icy hits the sprout and sends a shockwave through to the original tree, rejuvenating it and releasing the binding spell. 

Oritel shows up after processing his emotions and saves Erendor. 

The Ancestral’s are enraged, and forcibly possess the Trix. 

The winx transform and fight, eventually using a combo of Dragon Flame, Oritel’s sword, and convergence to push the ancestrals out of the trix and finally destroy their spirits for good. 

The trix are sent to prison again. 

Oritel and Erendor apologize to each other and become friends again(brotp 4lyfe yo). 

Sky explains everything to Bloom who fully understands Ereklyan courtship/marriage now and is MUCH more comfortable with the situation. 

Havram is still kind weird and won’t be Eraklyon’s capital, but with the sprout/ancestral magic gone there’s less unstable magic and people can move back or restart their lives there. 

SEASON 4 BEGINNING

Musa and Riven have started dating.

Aisha and Nabu are official.

The winx are invited back to Alfea to speak at a special seminar(they’re not full time teachers but Faragonda proposes the idea to them for the future).  

Wizards of the Black circle finally rejoin Earth after taking a break and detect fairy magic lingering in Gardenia.

Wizards of the Black attack Bloom at Alfea. 

Her dragon flame prevents her magic from being absorbed into the circle. 

Faragonda tells the Winx about Earth’s true history(Bloom didn’t know, but the rest of the winx kinda knew a little)

Bloom insists they go after them to stop them from harming Earth anymore. 

Faragond suggests they go to the Tree of magic to see if there are any allies they could find already on Earth. 

The tree has faded flowers (The imprisoned Earth fairies and Eldora who has hidden herself from magic detection), and a new bud (Roxy). 

The winx aren’t able to find the current location of the magic users so they set up in Gardenia and find jobs through Bloom’s family connections, 

Flora and Stella start making magic trinkets and such on the side to sell online.

WORLD OF WINX SEASON 1

Neverland had been pushed into a warped pocket dimension by the Wizards of the Black Circle when they launched their first attack, and has begun to fall apart and mutate.

 Bella Tinker, the Major Fairy of Dreams, connected to the source of dreams, subconscious mind, and night, on Neverland(sister source to Tir Nan Og’s), is desperate and operating in a complete mental break. 

She begins using her dream abilities to seek out people with weird “talents”(remnants of magic) and pull them into Neverland so they can maybe help her. 

She can’t transfer them through to Neverland physically, but she steals their consciousness, this process turns the person’s magical potential into “dream dust”. 

She eventually leeches enough dream dust from her victims to create a few hourglasses that can allow a Neverlander to manifest in the real dimension for a limited amount of time. 

This makes gathering more dream dust easier as when the person’s consciousness is pulled through to Neverland some of it gets left behind irl. 

The Winx get internships for a talent/human interest show that and they begin searching earth for people that stand out in the hopes it will lead them to the last magic user.

Tecna(in HR and tech) notices that a few of the applicants to the show start to drop off the radar, she does some digging and finds out that all of them have gone into mysterious comas. 

The Winx begin to suspect a magic source of these issues. 

They get Tecna to select Anabelle partially as a ruse because they can actually monitor her in Gardenia. 

Unfortunately Anabelle goes into a coma, the winx are the first to find her, and she is surrounded by a fine golden dust, a figure is collecting the dust before running off. 

The Winx follow, and are very unstable in the pocket dimension. 

They are unable to rescue Anabelle’s consciousness, and when the hourglass runs out of time, they are forced back into the normal dimension. 

This happens a few times. 

Each Winx earns Dreamix by forging a true connection with someone’s “dreams”(Bloom with Annabelle, Tecna with Naoki, Stella with Sophie, Flora with Vincenzo, Musa with Madelyne, Aisha with Silke) 

most of the other events with Bloom and Jim happen same as in canon except Jim is way more sketchy. 

Silke fixes their hourglass and the winx are able to enter Neverland without being unstable. 

They defeat Bella, who retreats to her magical source. 

Jim stays behind to gain power and his crew, and the Earthians are returned to earth with only minor mutations. 

The release of so much potential magical power makes the walls between Neverland and the Magix Dimension much thinner, allowing some of the Neverland inhabitants easier passage to Earth. 

Outsiders however still cannot enter Neverland without suffering mutations and deteriorations(unless they have dreamix or unconscious magic skills). 

SEASON 4: THE REST OF IT

After the WOW show ended the girls need new jobs to pay rent and shit(Stella is on a firm allowance, Bloom’s kingdom is still super broke, and Aisha’s assets are mostly in jewels that don’t translate to earth lmao) 

They’re still hiding their fairy identities. 

Flora uses her nature magic with stuffed animals to create small “living” fairy pets(they’re just plushies being moved around by plant bones and stuff) and the girls start selling them online(like etsy) along with other magic trinkets. 

The other girls also get jobs and they eventually have enough to pay rent on a small shop with a few rooms above it. 

They start a magic shop full time and are selling the plant-plushes full time, offering other services as well. 

Carmen (background character in the show more important in the comics) approaches them at this time to help Tecna manage the website part.

Bloom and Andy reunite and are invited to the Frutti Music Bar. 

Bloom and Roxy start talking and become friends. 

The specialists arrive and find the winx. 

Andy (who is hella gay) and Bloom are fairly affectionate and Sky gets real jealous. 

Musa is talking music with Marc and Rio but Riven is hella insecure and gets irritated as well. 

The wizards show up and they fight over the wrong girl. 

Riven gets a job at the mechanic 

Timmy gets his IT support job 

Helia gets a HORRIBLE haircut and regrets everything. 

The thing with Mitzi happens, Brandon and Stella fight briefly but make up. 

Tecna reports someone downloading a ton of the plant-plushes. 

The girls paint their apartment with Roxy, Andy, Marc, and Rio. 

Sky and Riven become upset again because fragile masculinity.  

The girls finally realize Roxy is the fairy they’re looking for and try to convince her to believe in magic and all. 

Roxy is like “the fuck are yall ON im noping outta here so fast” but also weird shit is happening to her so she’s like “what if?????”. 

The wizards find her and try to force her into the black circle. 

Roxy, scared out of her mind is knocked out of the circle by Bloom, who knows her Dragon flame protects her. 

Roxy runs, Artu leads her to safety and she adopts a cat, she also has a vision of Morgana urging her to trust herself and the fairy girls.

Roxy emerges from hiding and tries to go home, but Artu is replaced by Duman who alerts his fellow wizards. 

The winx, severely beaten, send an emergency call out to the specialists, who show up and manage to keep the wizards away from Roxy for a little while. 

Roxy, cornered and scared, sees what she thought was her dog turn into Duman who grabs her, the real Artu attacks Duman but is knocked to the side. 

Roxy releases Panic Magic forcing Duman back and Bloom rushes in forcing him further away from Roxy. 

Roxy puts her absolute trust into Bloom at that moment and Bloom gains Believix. 

Bloom is able to really deal damage, the winx are refusing to give up, and the specialists are ready to rip them to shreds so the wizards mount a tactical retreat. 

Roxy accepts her heritage. 

Roxy investigates her photo’s looking for clues, finds the farm. 

Winx go to farm followed by wizards. 

Batson is trying to restore the farm to a working level after it had been left abandoned for several years. 

He doesn’t want the winx there, but Flora forms a tentative friendship with him through plant talk. 

The Wizards attack, Batson is protected by Flora. 

The winx send Roxy into the barn to hide, the horses inside are unsettled and she unconsciously uses some of her magic to calm them, alerting the wizards who set fire to the barn and orchard to trap her. 

Batson freaks, and runs into the barn to let the horses out. 

Roxy finds a small trap door in the floor of the barn and opens it, her touch sparks off the white circle which begins glowing and she runs outside, summons birds and insects to attack the wizards who can’t penetrate the shield the white circle is creating and they retreat. 

Batson is about to pass out but Flora comes in and shields him from the flames. 

Batson is in tears, all of his hard work has gone up in flames. 

Flora sits down and talks with him, reminding him that nature is enduring, and seeds that are cared for will always grow. 

Flora can’t do anything about the barn but she does restore Batson’s Orchard, Batson is hopeful and puts his faith in her magic and Flora gains Believix. 

Musa sings with Andy and his band and they all receive a card from Jason Queen. 

Musa starts to spend a lot of time with the band practicing for their auditions. 

Nabu and Helia try to help Riven work through his feelings. 

Sky and Bloom talk and make up. 

Roxy is possessed by Nebula through the white circle and tries to go after the wizards. 

The winx end up fighting Roxy and the girls who are using Enchantix use the fairy dust to remove the effects of the white circle from her. 

The winx start to be local heros in Gardenia. 

Mitzi Sally and Darma are recruited by the wizards early and are used as spies. 

Riven can’t move past his insecurity and lashes out at Musa after her audition. 

Musa decides to break up with him. 

Musa and the band start training with Jason’s company, and the friendships Musa forms with the band only makes the situation with Riven worse. 

The wizards try to capitalize on this by setting a fire in Gardenia while the band is hard core practicing because they’re concerned Jason will drop them. 

Musa uses her singing spells to reach and protect the band who place their faith in her and she’s able to earn believix. 

Aisha is concerned Nabu is withdrawing from her. 

She meets with Cindy(minor character in the show bigger in the comics) who is interested in working at the shop. 

The girls hire her but Cindy’s (abusive) boyfriend Gregory is hanging around the store causing issues. 

Aisha tells him to leave but he gets angry and pulls Cindy out with him, Aisha chases after them. 

She interferes before Gregory can hurt Cindy and just fucking decks him(because Aisha). 

Cindy breaks up with Gregory and spends the night with the winx. 

Aisha confides in Cindy about her worries about Nabu, but Cindy assures her Nabu sounds wonderful.

 Aisha encourages Cindy and tells her she deserves someone better than Gregory. 

The wizards of the black circle try to capitalize on the situation again and they grant Gregory power. 

The shop is attacked and Aisha protects Cindy. 

When Gregory corners them, Aisha tells Cindy to run, but Cindy has had a little boost in her self esteem and wants to protect her new friend. 

She displays a small burst of magic, which distracts Gregory.

 Cindy puts her faith in Aisha and she earns Believix. 

Nabu proposes and all is well. 

Roxy is kidnapped and transforms for the first time in front of her dad(he remains aware of their fairy activity the whole time). 

That weird fight at the train station happens. 

Weird thing with the tiger cub doesn’t happen. 

Mitzi Sally and Darma are tired of being minions and try to leave the wizards, who don’t take that kindly and force them to start attacking people(Mitzi might be a bitch but she’s not evil). 

The other girls take on Sally and Darma, who don’t have a lot of animosity towards them anyways.  

But Mitzi, in her controlled state, is just projecting all her rage and jealousy onto Stella. 

Stella manages to relate and empathize with Mitzi’s need to be liked and removes the Wizard’s spell with her enchantix dust. 

Mitzi trusts Stella to catch her as she falls and Stella earns Believix. 

Tecna hides the white circle in the shop’s computer. 

Carmen accidentally activates the same program and is transported to the virtual world. 

The wizards transport themselves in as well, and go after Carmen assuming she knows something. 

Tecna receives an alert from an alarm in the shop that the magic signatures of the wizards were registered. 

They rush back and are planning to pull the white circle then lock the virtual world to trap the wizards but Tecna realizes Carmen is inside too. 

Tecna volunteers to go get her and the white circle while the rest of the group delay the wizards. 

Tecna grabs the circle and finds Carmen and explains vaguely what’s going on. 

Carmen, who is not stupid and has realized the programs and technology that Tecna uses could not possibly be from earth, demands the truth. 

Tecna is about to comply when Ogron shows up. 

Tecna says she can’t explain now but she will later, and hands Carmen the white circle and tells her to run. 

Carmen doesn’t completely know what's going on but despite this she puts her entire faith in Tecna, believing she has complete control over the virtual world and will fix everything. 

Tecna gains Believix and subdues Ogron. She goes after Carmen and the wizards and the rest of the winx show up at the same time. 

The coding Tecna used can’t handle the volatile magical energy in one space and begins to corrupt, Tecna realizes they’re out of time and just transports them all out before the file becomes irreparable. 

In the shop with the specialists and Roxy potentially using the white circle the Wizards flee. 

Riven makes some steps towards being a better person. 

The girls form a band(Musa lead vocals+guitar, Aisha drums, Tecna on Synth, Flora on keys, Stella on a weird harp thing occasionally but mostly stage outfits and contacts, Bloom manages the schedule and does all the graphic design). 

The girls go to Tir Nan Og, unlock the Earth fairies. 

Morgana wants Roxy to join them and continually pesters her telepathically.

The winx’s believix aren’t able to match the Earth Fairies using Danix. 

Faragonda contacts the Ethereal Fairies and they deign to intercede. 

The earth fairies begin to systematically remove all of the binds the wizards placed on the natural sources of Earth, releasing ambient magic back into earth and greatly diminishing the wizard’s magical reserves.

Diana also attacks major cities, turning them into urban jungles, this is the most present threat to humanity so the winx tackle her first. 

Bloom and Tecna use Sophix to defeat Diana and rejuvenate her source, Diana joins them. 

The wizards approach the winx in surrender and are taken to Sybilla. 

Aurora begins to slowly freeze the Earth over, demanding the Wizards be given to them. 

Stella and Musa use Amorix to function in the cold. 

Bloom fights Nebula. 

They return to Sybilla. 

Morgana, convinced by Roxy, accepts the Wizard’s surrender and promises a fair trial and sentencing. 

The Winx minus Flora and the Wizards minus Duman travel to Tir Nan Og. 

Flora returns with the Specialists and Duman to Gardenia, she tries to heal him, but his magic is too unstable and the whole fight thing happens 

Duman is killed, but he mentioned something about the wizards’ schemes before he died, leading Flora to accept Aterix, and pull him back to life. 

She compels him to to tell them all what the plan is and then they all rush off to Tir Nan Og. 

Morgana has put on the black circle ring, it self destructs and turns into a magical black hole(like a tiny obsidian). 

Nabu, as the only practiced male magic user, absorbs all the magic in the vortex, he is unfortunately unable to expel the magic fast enough causing his core to break and Nabu dies. 

Aisha is understandably distraught, and uses Aterix, trying to get him back. 

In the commotion the Wizards manage to grab Duman, and Flora after they realize they’re connected and escape to Omega. 

As things die down Nebula holds her whole rebellion and traps Morgana in the Mirror, and the Winx realize Flora is missing. 

Aisha is trying to interact with Nabu, and is in denial about his state of suffering so she defaults to anger and joins Nebula in hunting the Wizards down. 

Meanwhile, the wizards have managed to force Flora to de-transform, leaving Duman in his resurrected state. 

Roxy is able to sense Morgana through their telepathic(and familial) connection and frees Morgana finally being revealed as her daughter.

Morgana is weakened and promises to care for Nabu, and they pursue the fairies and the Wizards to Omega to rescue Flora and talk Aisha down from murder. 

Flora(mistakenly) isn’t considered a threat by the wizards so they just kind of leave her to freeze, not realizing she has put a special pollen on them that acts as a slow poison. 

Flora is found by the winx and they manage to talk Nebula and Aisha down. 

The wizards attempt to run again but Flora’s poison has left them dissorinted, powerless, and unable to escape being frozen for eternity(including Duman) by the ice snake thing. 

Roxy pulls Nebula with them, being able to connect with her after feeling her rage and pain during the brief possession. 

Aisha, still in Aterix, returns with a clearer head, and recognizes she can’t leave him Nabu in a constant state of suffering, so she removes the Aterix spell from Nabu and returns him to his natural state. 

Aisha takes Nabu’s body back to Andros. 

Morgana appoints Nebula, Diana, Aurora, and Sybilla as joint regents and tutors until Roxy has been sufficiently trained to take the throne(Roxy privately thinks this is a big yikes). 

The winx decide to stay and help Earth adjust to magic and continue their band, but leave the Love and Magic store to Carmen and Cindy.  

WORLD OF WINX SEASON 2

The whole thing with Venomya is about the same except for the fairy reveal so I’m not gonna mention it. 

Wendy Darling was Bella Tinker’s wife, their son was Peter Pan(and the rest of the Lost Boys). 

Wendy was a non-magic user outside of Neverland when it vanished, and in trying to rescue Bella and the boys, Wendy pushed her untrained magic too far and the blow back caused her to short circuit and slowly lose her memories and distort what was left of her magic(similar to Morgana). 

She did manage to somehow pull Peter out, with serious memory loss and he was in a coma for decades. 

Wendy looked after him the whole time, moving them around to avoid suspicion. 

When Peter woke up he and Wendy created lives for themselves but are haunted by the feeling that something is WRONG. 

Wendy is currently using the alias Matilda or “mattie” and has disappeared, Peter has no memory of Neverland or magic but keeps his name and is studying art at the school in Paris. 

Jim likes the power he has on the Isolated Neverland, and wants to permanently get rid of Bella so he can have the place to himself but knows he’s not powerful enough. 

He starts attacking natives of the island, and blaming Bella (who is technically still in power but has retreated to her source). 

The inhabitants of Neverland begin to reach out to the winx, who are starting to gather some fame world wide as fairies and a band. 

The winx enter Neverland, and Jim tells them his version of what’s happening, then tells them about Bella’s past and that maybe her family could be hostages could talk some sense into her. 

The winx agree, and leave to visit Morgana to see if she knows anything about Wendy.  

Morgana tells them she found Wendy immediately after she managed to pull Peter out but none of her other family members. 

Morgana offered to take Wendy and Peter to Tir Nan Og, but Wendy rejects her offer and leaves, saying she’s going to protect her son on her own. 

Morgana doesn’t know what happened to them after that as she set Tir Nan Og up as a sanctuary and was then imprisoned. 

Bella forms Vertigo. 

The Winx try to search for Peter, using variations of Peter Tinker and Peter Darling. 

Tecna gets a hit on a Peter Darling but the information is in a census from the 1600’s in London so the girls head out there to get a look at the actual paper to see if there is any more information. 

They find a short message written by a suspicious authority figure next to the name noting that Peter Darling moved to Paris to live with his “Aunt” shortly after the census despite not registering any family members. 

Vertigo has been wearing Bloom down the whole trip and attacks/is defeated. 

Bloom’s Dreamix seems to start evolving/mutating after this. 

The girls move on to France, to find the aunt. 

Banshee begins to layer whispers into Musa’s music, leading her to become jumpy and irritable. 

Jim gets a message out to the girls that he and his crew are being attacked(in reality Jim has trapped the alligator man and provoked the Crocodile man and is getting the Winx to take care of his own mess).  

In France Musa breaks off from the group trying to get some alone time to cure her bad mood. 

Musa ends up in Notre Dame drawn to a choir practice, she starts talking with a stranger there who is sketching the architecture and people, she compliments his work and they begin a light conversation before he stands and says he has to go as he’s late for a night class. 

Musa sees that his notebook has Peter Darling and a school name written on the corner but the choir becomes sharply off key and distorted, Musa grimaces in pain and he leaves before she can say anything. 

Musa tries to go after him but every sound she hears is distorted and painful, she tries to call the other girls but only leaves a short message before Banshee launches one of her screams at her. 

After the girls take care of the alligator and crocodile man Aisha hears from Tressa about some weird readings concerning the ocean gate. 

Aisha says it's possible the gate had been used but the guardian would know, Tressa says the guardian hasn’t reported anything. 

Aisha asks Jim if Neverland has any merfolk trapped on the island. 

He says they did, but they disappeared recently. 

Musa defeats Banshee, Her Dreamix also starts to change. 

Bloom and Stella welcome the others back and hear about the mermaids disappearing and Peter being in Paris at some school. 

Aisha is concerned about the mermaids as Neverland could have mutated them badly, so they prioritize that, following the trail of magic the merms have left behind.

 Fountain thing, then to pool party. 

Stella confronts them but is triggered and has a panic attack as the merms manipulate the crowd into laughing at her. 

Aisha quickly gets a message to Alligator and Crocodile to scare the crowd off, leaving the merms to flee, eventually they are caught/saved and believe the winx are trying to help them, Aisha sends them to Andros to get them physical help and merfolk community. 

The winx focus on finding Matt and Stella suggests they start with the Fashion school where they already have contacts. 

Some of the winx go to Neverland to help the pirates. 

Stella is still fragile and helps people around the school trying to get her confidence back but she and Aisha get into a fight which just makes Stella feel worse. 

Stella visits Nadine and Sophie and hears about Matt, but the lights in the room go out and Nadine and Sophie suddenly start to ridicule Stella and then ignore her, like she’s invisible. 

Stella rushes out to try to find Aisha and Tecna but it seems like no one can even see her. 

Aisha and Tecna find Stella crying in an empty class room and try to get her to calm down when Obscura attacks. 

Stella defeats Obscura, and her Dreamix starts to change. 

Peter is kidnapped.

Flora rescues the Pirates with the help of the nature on the island and they all return to help track down Peter and his kidnapper. 

Peter is rescued and tells them he has no idea where his mother(wendy) is, as she disappeared almost 30 years ago, only leaving him a small wooden puzzle. 

Peter takes them to his apartment to let Tecna analyze the puzzle, where the winx see that he has been painting the same woman over and over again. 

Stella asks if he’s in love with her. 

Peter laughs and says no, explaining he doesn’t know why he keeps painting her but feels like she’s important. 

The winx explain everything about Neverland and his mother and try to use magic to help him memory return, Peter quickly becomes distraught and confused, his memory and the truth are fighting in his brain. 

Peter lashes out with a small wave of magic. 

It hits the puzzle Tecna is messing with and unlocks it. 

Peter quiets and picks up the piece of paper from inside the puzzle. 

Peter reads the paper aloud and is pulled through a portal. 

Peter flashes to several locations, the spell fizzles and he’s in Neverland. 

Bella sees him and almost recognizes him, Peter sees her and tries to call out before being pulled back into the portal. 

He’s finally dropped into a ravine with a small shack a few yards away.  

Bella is confused, angry, and terribly sad, but can’t remember why. 

She redirects her emotions into creating another Nemesis and names it Petra. 

Peter approaches the shack as he’s surprised by his kidnapper, the kidnapper triggers some kind of trap, creating a rock/tree monster and he flees with Peter. 

The winx try using their spells to find him individually but the trail of magic left by the spell is all over the place.

Flora decides to focus on the wooden puzzle, tracing its origin and how it was formed. 

Her spell finds that the magic that created the puzzle is currently active, and it reacts with her spell, pulling her through the same portal until she materializes next to the rock/tree monster chasing Peter and the kidnapper. 

Flora disassembles the rock/tree monster, and trips the kidnapper as he tries to flee breaking his amulet. 

Peter tells Flora about the shack, but before they can investigate Petra attacks. 

Flora defeats Petra and Stella appears having used the ring of solaria to teleport her to Flora, they return to Paris before anything else can attack them. 

Flora’s Dreamix begins to change. 

Aisha is suspicious of Peter, claiming he knew about the puzzle and was trying to run away from them. 

Peter says it was an accident and he knows nothing about magic. 

Aisha decides to train him magically so he isn’t a danger to the rest of the group. 

She has zero mercy on him during their first training, and Peter calls her an Iron Maiden. 

Bella takes this and creates Metalica, based on every harsh, impatient part of Aisha. 

The girls think maybe Jim should train Peter, and see if they can get him an audience with the queen to explain everything. 

In Neverland, Jim reminds the girls he doesn’t use magic, only magic items (a lie) and suggests they try to find the witch, Tiger Lily. 

Tiger Lily says Peter will never have proper control of his magic unless he finds his memories, which were absorbed into his Compass when he was pulled out of Neverland. 

Peter claims he lost that compass when he was pulled out but Tiger Lily gives them an image of it she found through scrying. 

After the group returns to Earth, Aisha demands they all go to towns closest to where Neverland used to be to look in antique shops for the compass even though everyone is tired and Tecna is trying to find the thing online. 

They try most of the day but are exhausted and Aisha claims she’ll look on her own. 

Metallica shows up, and Aisha attacks her. Metallica seems to be destroyed and Aisha reports her success to the rest of the winx. 

Metallica shows up again but is defeated this time and Aisha’s Dreamix begins to change. 

Flora reminds the Winx about the Shack in the ravine, and they go there, 

Tecna doesn’t let anyone go past the boundary line until her spell detection has finished, and places green footprints on the ground, instructing the winx not to step outside of them. 

Peter does but nothing happens. 

They get into the shack and find Wendy. 

Wendy is not in a good place mentally or physically because of her magic blow back, but the winx are able to heal some of it and greatly ease her suffering. 

Peter asks Wendy about his compass, Wendy isn’t super coherent but she sold it to someone after “the horrible thing” happened and it was while Peter was still “sleeping”. 

Tecna decides to narrow her search to auction houses, but her tech is glitching out, she blames it on the location and says she’ll try again later. 

They eventually find a record of a compass being sold to a Sebastian Park in London just a few years ago. 

Tecna has been having sparks, overloads, and error messages galore and is starting to lose it a little as they make their way to Sebastian's Estate. 

Sebastian isn’t taking any offers on his pieces right now but is happy to show admirers his collection. 

The winx get trapped inside due to electrical malfunction, and Virus finally reveals herself, infecting the rest of the winx, and attacks Tecna. 

Tecna defeats her and her dreamix begins to change. 

Sebastian is a good dude and gives the Compass to Peter and the girls as an apology. 

Peter regains his memories and his magic is immediately less troubled. 

They return to Neverland, with Wendy who stays with Tiger Lily, and join forces to beat Bella’s Nightmare back. 

Peter and Bella meet again, and Peter finally recognizes his mom. 

Bella breaks down, her memories and magic still all jumbled, but she stops fighting, the winx explain that with Bella’s help they can probably restore Neverland to Earth. 

Jim, seizing his opportunity, takes Wendy captive, proclaims himself king, and demands the winx leave Neverland as it is. 

The other inhabitants side with Jim, rejecting Bella’s truce and not knowing he caused most of their problems. 

Bella doesn’t remember her but knows Wendy is important and surrenders, she’s caged in the lagoon. 

Peter wants to fight Jim and get his moms back. 

He has to flee into the forest as the winx are forced out of Neverland. 

Peter rescues Bella, but faces off with Jim. 

The winx convince the pirates, alligator, crocodile, and tiger lily that Jim is the traitor. 

Peter, aided by Bella, rescues Wendy. 

Jim flees and corrupts the source of Neverland, trying to hurt Bella. 

Smee finally stands up and pushes Jim into the corrupted source, killing him and removing his magic from Neverland.

Neverland is restored, along with Wendy and Bella’s memories.   

BETWEEN SEASON 4 AND 5

Roxy applies to Alfea. 

Sky gets the Heart of Eraklyon. 

The trix are Imprisoned for underwater crimes of an unknown nature(???).

SEASON 5

the wishes basically don’t exist. 

Tritannus attacks at the coronation, gets thrown in prison. 

Oil leak. 

Sky loses the pendant. 

Winx can’t stay underwater long enough to get all the oil. 

Oil mixes with a wild magic source flowing up from the ocean floor, gains semi-consciousness(plant or algae like) and begins pursuing a stronger magical signature; the ocean gate. 

Phylla tries to stop it but the viscous nature of oil and the magical properties it gained make it very resistant. 

Flows through, Tritannus absorbs it, and the tangential wild magic from earth mutate him into Monster!Tritannus. 

Sky is being distant and superstitious about the pendant. 

Tritannus removes the binds on the Trix’s magic, steals Phylla and Lemmy’s magic, and heads to earth with trix + mutants. 

Winx fight them but are having trouble underwater, Aisha recognizes her cousin. 

Winx go to Alfea with Roxy, Krystal is introduced, the Winx ask Faragonda about water powers. 

Faragonda tells Bloom about Sirenix, but advises she talk to Daphne first. 

Daphne is hesitant but tells Bloom about the Elementix Compendium, a book she hid in the Alfea archives, but she refuses to help them find it.

Winx start to look for it, Trix attack, Sky gets amnesia. Krystal tries to heal him, can’t. 

Timmy and Tecna are trying to organize the archives to find the Elementix Compendium, Trix curse Tecna’s phone and she turns into a robot. 

Tecna is un-cursed and finds the Elementix Compendium. 

Tritannus begins to hunt for Daphne. 

The Trix head to earth to grab more power, the winx follow to protect Gardenia and Diana(major fairy of nature) warns them a special flower is about to bloom there. 

Trix and Winx chase the lilo/Macy over gardenia, Flora saves Macy and regains confidence, Trix get powered up. 

Winx can’t open the Elementix Compendium, Faragonda explains Harmonix=befriend one each of the elemental companions and tells them to go to Graynor(on planet Magix) to speak with an Ethereal who might be able to help them earn Harmonix quickly. 

Find creature of the rainbow mantle=cheat code to Harmonix. 

The winx earn Harmonix, open the Elementix Compendium, where they can kick start each of the quests(usually the quests are started by the elemental companions). 

They start the sirenix quest= get a pearl(each girl needs a pearl this is not a group project). 

There’s a pearl on almost every planet with a riddle for finding each, the girls decide to go for the ones on their home planets, the Elementix Compendium has the riddles for some but not all. 

Search for shimmering shells, Aisha bonds with Lemmy. 

Aisha gets Pearl of Self Confidence. 

Head to Royal depths, Stella bonds with Illirus. 

Fight at toxic waste dump Sky gains a little memory back. 

Stella gets Pearl of Chance. 

Riddle for Melody’s pearl, go to melody, Musa gets turned into mutant seal, bonds with Sonna and reverts. 

Musa gets Pearl of Ingenuity. 

Tritannus captures Daphne. 

Tecna solves Zenith riddle, data bridge castle, bond with Lithia, get Pearl of Empathy.  

The Christmas episode doesn’t happen its dumb. 

Tritannus is torturing Daphne and send the trix to threaten Bloom.

Riddle for Lynphea, Flora bonds with Desiryee, gets Pearl of Compassion. 

They head to Domino, Bloom bonds with Serena, gets Pearl of Courage. 

Phylla found the heart of eraklyon a while back and has been passing it around the selkies, Desiryee has it and shows it to Flora.

Tritannus sends the Trix to attack Domino, Icy freezes Marion and Oritel, Daphne breaks and promises to tell them everything in exchange for her parent’s lives. 

Bloom and Co. return and send the Trix packing before they can shatter Marion. 

Sky regains his memory and proposes to Bloom with the Heart of Eraklyon. 

Sky warns Bloom about Daphne.

Faragonda tells the Winx where the Source of Sirenix is(because she already KNOWS why wouldn’t she just tell them). 

So they head there as Tritannus + Trix are doing the same thing. 

Tritannus “steals” the Source, fights with the selkies and Bloom but escapes. 

Winx heal the source of Sirenix, pearls are accepted and the girls get Sirenix. 

Tritannus, with the stolen selkie powers, rips Daphne’s Sirenix from her, splitting it between the Trix. 

Tritannus and Co. enter the Infinite Ocean. 

The Ocean’s Center(emperor's throne) needs three crests from the Pillars to be activated. 

Tritannus steals the Pillar of Light’s crest, winx come to fight him, icy takes a hit for Tritannus. 

Aisha has King Neptune’s Sword. 

Pillar of light is fixed by Stella’s sirenix Spell and a group convergence. 

Nereus and Tressa are rescued from the mutation spell. 

Diaspro is appointed prince regent liaison, she is still bitter towards Bloom, but takes her job seriously only acting on Erendor’s orders. 

Daphne warns Stormy and Darcy abt activating the Ocean’s Center. 

Daphne contacts Bloom via dream abt the Alfea Wellscape, get “map” of infinite ocean. 

Garbage island on Earth is cleaned up. 

Tritannus sets the Devourer on the selkies, winx beat it. 

Royal assembly happens but the alliance ultimately fails. 

Musa suspects Riven is cheating on her. 

Tritannus takes the Crest of Balance 

Stormy and Darcy control the Singing Whales. 

Musa frees them with her Sirenix Spell. 

Tritannus activates the Crest and needs to refuel, Stormy and Darcy plan to double cross him. 

The Pillar of Balance is fixed. 

Daphne tells Bloom to destroy the Crest of Control before Tritannus can get it. 

Winx destroy it and stabilize the Pillar, Tecna uses her Sirenix Spell.

 Timmy and Tecna go on a date. 

Flora feels insecure about Helia and Krystal.

Tecna + winx go to Zenith to talk to King Cryos. 

Tritannus is enraged without the crest and begins to attack and pollute the Pillar of Control. 

Technology on Zenith goes haywire, Tecna rescues King Cryos and convinces him to join the alliance. 

The selkies restore the damage to the Pillar and Tritannus leaves. 

Stormy and Darcy leave Icy and Tritannus. 

Daphne tells Bloom what’s going on. 

Riven surprises Musa with a song. 

Stella talks to her parents about how their fighting is affecting her. 

The magix dimension alliance is finally agreed to. 

Diaspro asks to be removed from Prince Regent Liaison as its negatively affecting her. 

Flora finds and uses the Breath of the Ocean and her sirenix spell. 

Roy and Aisha bond. 

Krystal apologizes to Flora and Helia reassures her of his love. 

Tritannus attacks Politea’s cave, the winx show up with Nereus, Tressa, and selkies to fight. 

Nereus is hurt but healed by Aisha’s sirenix spell. 

Tritannus steals Politea’s sirenix and the ancestral witches’ magic that was in her and escapes to activate the Ocean’s Center. 

Tritannus uses his trident to channel the power of the Ocean’s Center and goes magic mad.

 Icy is rescued by Stormy and Darcy. 

Bloom destroys Tritannus’ trident with her sirenix spell. 

Daphne’s physical body is restored by a winx sirenix convergence and Sirenix is returned to normal. 

BETWEEN SEASON 5 AND 6

Mystery of the abyss happens just before the finale of season 5 but I honestly don’t care enough about this movie to detail it.

SEASON 6

Daphne is having issues with being physical again, Faragonda suggests to have her join Alfea Staff as a way to help her gain confidence and purpose again. 

Selina passes the cloud town entrance exam. 

Trix return and are powerful enough to be categorized as enchantresses, use soul convergence to over power Griffin and turn her into a crow. 

Selina joins them somewhat reluctantly and uses a story from the legendarium to make the school fly. 

Winx visit Lynphea with the specialists, meet Nex and Thoren. 

Cloud Tower is attacking Lynphea college, Winx find the source of the flying spell, try to attack, but the legendarium just absorbs their magic and binds their cores and they’re knocked back. 

Bloom has to hastily spread her power to her friends or else they’ll die without their core magic. 

Her dragon fire re-ignites the other girls’ cores and they continue to try to rescue the students at Lynphea College but are forced to retreat to Alfea. 

Cloud tower stays over Lynphea college. 

Flora sets out on her own to save Miele, and her core metabolizes the dragon flame as she pushes to help her younger sister, spontaneously transforming into Bloomix. 

Bloom goes to Domino to help with the coronation and recoup.  

Selina sends a swarm of basilisks after the Winx at Alfea 

Stella and Aisha use water and light to reflect all the Basilisk's stone gazes, effectively saving all of Alfea (roxy manages to find a rooster because roxy and keeps herself and her dorm-mates safe individually), pushing their cores far enough to metabolize the dragon flame and earning Bloomix. 

Faragonda, Daphne, Stella, Aisha, and Flora stay to defend Alfea, but Musa gets an emergency message from Galatea at the Royal Auditorium and convinces Tecna to come with her to help. 

The pandemonium sprites are wreaking havoc on the entire school, and Musa starts to loose it after a while because of her sensitive hearing. 

Tecna quickly analyses the school and finds the primo spot for sound to carry and calms Musa down long enough for her to start singing. 

Tecna pushes the pandemonium sprites back to let musa sing as much as she can, Musa pushes through her panic and the chaotic noise to send and layer her own song into a harmony that destroys the sprites. 

their cores metabolizes the dragon flame and they achieve Bloomix.

Diaspro is attending Daphne’s coronation as part of the Eraklyon Royal Party. 

Thoren is friendly with Diaspro, which makes Sky a little suspicious of him. 

Bloom is a little delirious from magic fatigue and is starting to panic when the Trix attack. 

The winx+Daphne+boys are handling the trix and legendarium creatures. 

Diaspro tries to calm a panicking Bloom, but she doesn’t trust her and runs off deeper into the Domino Castle. 

Disapro grabs Thoren, the only person who hasn’t had a bad experience with her in the past few years, and convinces him to help her find Bloom and take her to the lowest level of the castle. 

Sky and Daphne see them with an unconscious Bloom and freak tf out. 

Thoren hesitates to throw Bloom into the vortex as Sky and Daphne are yelling at him, but Diaspro knocks Bloom out of his arms, falling into the flames herself as well. 

Bloom’s magic is regenerated by the flames and Diaspro evolves into Enchantix. 

They both fly out and Diaspro explains that she did her homework before attending the Coronation, and knew she had to get Bloom to the vortex after recognizing the advanced symptoms of magic fatigue in Bloom. 

Sky apologizes to Thoren and Diaspro and Daphne thanks them for helping Bloom. 

Bloom and Diaspro come to a mutual respect and try to be on better terms in the future. 

The Winx return to Alfea to ask Faragonda about the creatures and power of the Legendarium, but Faragonda only knows its a powerful book from Earth and suggests they look for the Lost Library of Alexandria. 

Daphne uses this as a teaching opportunity with some of her students and comes with the winx, not knowing three of them have been possessed by the Trix. 

The winx find the library, mummies attack, defeat the mummy, have to deal with the Sphinx, Selina is threatened by Acheron and she enters the crumbling library to steal the Diary. 

Bloom finds her and is really confused. 

Selina lashes out and they fight for a little before Selina drops the diary and Bloom grabs it before escaping the library.  

Diary leads them to China, meet Lu Wei who tells them a little about Faragonda’s favorite flower. 

The Trix possessed students cause problems back at Alfea, and Selina shows up, lying to Bloom that the Trix captured her and forced her to do things. 

Bloom shows Selina around, Flora is attacked in the greenhouse while Selina is distracting Bloom, almost poison her, but Roxy breaks the spell on Griffin who reveals Selina and the possessed students. 

Bloom feels guilty and betrayed and goes to rest on Earth, trying to figure out what happened with Selina. 

Is looking at childhood keepsakes and realizes the field they used to play in is full of the flower they’re looking for. 

Lockette followed Bloom to earth and Selina sends the vampires after the pixie and Bloom 

Bloom sends Lockette back to Alfea through one of her portals to get the Winx while she leads the vamps on a chase. 

The winx teleport to Earth using the Ring of Solaria, and help Bloom escape the vamps for a short while. 

Bloom tells them what she remembered, but they can’t lead the vamps to Eldora and sunrise is still long off. 

Stella gets distracted by the Fashion show while the rest of the group is figuring out what to do. 

Winx are captured. 

Stella dusts the vampires, rescues the girls, and shows in the fashion event. 

In the morning they go to Eldora’s cottage. 

The trix follow and attack, but Selina is hesitant to attack her mentor even with Acheron berating her. 

She summons the easiest to defeat ghosts in the book as a compromise. 

Eldora agrees to help with Selina and the legendarium, but says she can’t do much with out her Mythix wand which holds her Core Magic. 

The Winx go to Tir Nan Og to ask if Nebula knows anything about the wands. 

Since being freed the Major fairies sensed and found each of the wands trying to find their old friends, Eldora can immediately use hers. 

The trix use a soul convergence and an item from the Legendarium to attack the Winx, and Selina uses the cover to try and steal a spark of Bloom’s dragon fire. 

The winx defeat the Trix and the wands react to the  presence of the legendarium, each choosing one of the winx. 

Each time the Legendarium absorbs a magical presence it leaves an anchor in the location, so the Winx go to Calavera to enter the Legendarium World through the anchor point there looking for the Emerald Eyes which are an item instrumental in forming the Legendarium and should help seal it. 

Trix enter after them, Selina sets the Pirates on Calavera, Winx pull the eyes from the book and defeat the pirates irl. 

Next is the Silver Quill, Winx+boys+Eldora head up to Fearwood to enter the Legendarium from that anchor point. 

Selina applies the Snow Queen persona to Icy, and the werewolf curse to the people of Fearwood. 

Icy kidnaps Helia, Flora rescues him while the rest of the winx fight off the wolves. 

The winx remove the legendarium spell from the people and rest a little before trying to enter the Legendarium world again. 

Helia is harsh, cold and aggressive, and Daphne uncovers a frozen shard in his heart left there after Icy threw him into the legendarium world. 

Icy shows up to attack again, and freezes the townsfolk, the winx are trying to get everyone to safety but Flora goes right for Icy, she’s knocked down but uses her Bloomix to melt a portion of the forest and get it to fight with her, defeating Icy and all her active spells. 

The sliver of ice in Helia’s heart had the Silver Quill in it. 

They combine the eyes and the quill, and only need one more item for the legendarium key. 

The golden scroll was hidden in the story of the Labyrinith. 

Stella is called back to Solaria before they have a chance to get it, and Darcy curses Stella’s Crown and Mirror. 

Stella shakes off the mind control with the help of her friends, and goes after Darcy who has retreated to Earth, trying to prevent them from getting the scroll. 

Stella defeats Darcy and gets the scroll. 

Legendarium key is formed, Trix cloak the tower and Legendarium signature. 

Winx go to Zenith to get some tech. 

Selina summons frankenstein’s monster who kidnaps Tecna, Stormy attempts to block Tecna from leaving the legendarium. 

Musa and some students have been working on a musical protection spell and are almost ready to put it in place, when Selina sends the Sea Witch to steal Musa’s voice. 

Selina places the voice in Rumplestiltskin’s collection but the Winx track and find the anchor point, agreeing to trade the legendarium key for Musa’s voice for a short time.  

Musa and her students put the protection spell in place at Alfea. 

Not being able to do anything against the new protection spell, the existence of the legendarium key, and about to be discovered by tecna’s gizmo, Acheron pushes Selina to duel Bloom, in order to get the spark of dragon flame. 

Selina also releases three major fairies from earth as a distraction. 

Acheron is released, betrays Selina and the Trix. 

Eldora has found the infinity box, and traps Acheron in it. 

The winx deal with the fall out from Acheron, while Eldora trades Acheron for the Legendarium Key. 

Eldora gives a damaged Selina the key and forgives her for everything she did. 

Selina locks the Legendarium, makes up with Bloom, and returns to earth with Eldora. 

Thoren and Daphne don’t get married but come out as an official item.  

BETWEEN SEASON 6 AND 7

Faragonda asks Roxy to help form the educational side of the Alfea Natural Park. Alfea Natural Park prepares to open to the public.

SEASON 7

Winx are invited to visit the Park pre-opening, Kalshara in bird form comes and kidnaps the last digmole. 

Faragonda recognizes Kalshara and tells the winx+roxy how they were classmates in the past and that she had something to do with the digmole’s disappearances in the past. 

The winx earn Chronix, Roxy receives a Stone of Memories tied to Bloom, which allows her to follow the winx into the past with out earning Chronix herself. 

The winx go back in time and eventually resort to taking all the digmoles before Kalshara can get to them, bringing them to the present. 

They also discovered Kalshara’s goal is to control all wild magic and is trying to find the manifestation of the fairy animal’s source, said to be a fairy animal itself. 

The digmoles, through Roxy, are able to tell the girls about the source and that some fairy animal types are given a riddle when they’re formed, and pass the riddle of the creature with the first color of the universe on to them. 

The winx try to find it in the park, Brafilius steals Roxy’s stone of memories. 

The winx go to the past to find the cry cries, Brafilius follows them. 

Aisha bonds with Squonk and transforms into Faunix when the girls return to the present with Squonk who has revealed the cry cry is not the animal the girls are looking for. 

Roxy has been keeping an eye out for where Brafilius and Kalshara might target next. 

The girls go to Lynphea where Kalshara has manipulated a natural source into a wild one, the winx aren’t able to reverse it but they do get all the magiwolves out of the area, Flora bonds with Amarok and obtains Faunix. 

The winx go back in time again with Brafilius following them, to see if the Quillcat is the fairy animal’s manifested source. 

Musa bonds with Critty and obtains Faunix.

Brafilius fails to get to critty so Kalshara kidnaps the cat.

 The winx find Kalshara and Brafilius and free the rest of the fairy animals, 

Stella bonds with Shiny.

Roxy learns the sumatran tigers are in danger and defeats the poachers herself, starting a campaign against poaching on earth. 

Brafilius and Kalshara head to Zenith to capture a techuirrel, thinking they’ve been around long enough to be the animal the riddle was talking about. 

The winx follow, Tecna repairs Zenith’s core as much as she can and bonds with Flitter.

The girls are noticing that while Faunix gives them the ability to withstand wild magic and defend against it, they can’t fix much if the source is wild magic. 

Faragonda starts to prepare them all for earning Tynix. 

Roxy’s animal telegram system reports a threat to a panda sanctuary on Earth. 

Roxy heads to earth to deal with it and Bloom tags along in-case it’s Kalshara(and because she feels useless). 

Bloom bonds with Elas and in Faunix is able to defend against his over-done exposure to wild magic long enough for him to become stable again(fairy animals aren’t immune to wild magic and if exposed again after first forming can suffer consequences). 

The girls form their Fractix bracelets. 

Roxy gets animal messages about Kalshara and Brafilius threatening dragons on Pyros. 

Kalshara has damaged the source of natural magic on Pyros, turning it Wild, she demands to know the winx’s information or she’ll destroy the source completely. 

The winx can’t defeat her in Faunix but Kalshara leaves after wrecking the source. 

The winx then have to transform into Fractix for the first time to fix the source’s flow of wild/natural magic. 

Brafilius pulls the same stunt in Paradise Bay hoping to please his crazy sister.

Kalshara and Brafilius head to the Graynor ruins, figuring the creature of the Rainbow Mantle(from season 5) has every color on it, and its powerful enough to be the fairy animal source’s physical form. 

The winx follow, and use their Fractix powers in combination with the Creature of the Rainbow Mantle and are finally able to actually defeat Kalshara in a head-to-head battle. 

Kalshara wrecks a few sources on earth and send Brafilius to annoy them while she buys them more time to find the fairy animal source. 

Kalshara finally finds a connection to Wild Magic in the Ying Yang Diamond. 

In doing so, She accidentally frees the Trix from an eternal slumber spell placed on them by Acheron, Kalshara has enough fairy animals held captive again that the Trix each find one their core resonates with. 

The trix take advantage of this, transform into Faunix, and steal the diamond from Kalshara.  

The winx bring Faragonda her bonded Digmole back. 

The trix show up at Alfea to take revenge on the winx, using the diamond to corrupt the heart of Alfea. 

The Winx are able to fix it by going back in time with chronix for information and they defeat the Trix with Faunix. 

Kalshara shows up with Brafilius. 

Brafilius gets his hands on the diamond which reacts badly to the mismash of wild magic in his body and and it drags him to Swan Cave which is thought to just be a normal cave on Magix. 

The Winx and Kalshara follow him, and have a brief not-quite-alliance to get Brafilius out from under the diamond’s control. 

But Kalshara seizes it from him and uses it in combination with her wild magic, summoning the Fairy Animal Source to her.

All of the winx’s fairy animals (plus a couple other) appear in the cave and merge together, forming a monstrosity that looks something not NOT swan like. 

The Infinity Swan, as Bloom nicely dubs it(every one else calls it the infinity THING), smites Kalshara, informs the winx it should not be formed again, consumes the Ying Yang Diamond and bursts into its separate animal components. 

Later when discussing it, the winx discover each of them saw the infinity thing as a different color (and the riddle was functionally useless as color is all subjective tecna informs them) but agree the infinity thing was a being never intended to exist and that the ethereals probably separated it the first time it formed. 

Brafilius stays with the fairy animals in Swan Cave for a while, while Roxy and Flora work on finding a cure for him. 

[padme-parker]

Collide / Chapter 3

[a Star Wars x Avengers crossover]

Summary: You spend some quality time with Anakin, while also reminiscing about home.

Warnings: A few swear words, nothing else I can think of

Word Count: ~3.7k

A/N: this is a filler chapter, so it's all over the place. Bolded phrases are being spoken through the connection while Italicized phrases are your thoughts. !tags are open btw!

Song(s) of the chapter: Yellow by Coldplay, Mariposa by Peach Tree Rascals, and Fallingforyou by The 1975

read ch 2 here

“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.” -Yellow by Coldplay

You were jolted awake by a loud noise, a speeder bolting past your window. It took you a second to recuperate and figure out where you were. Getting up and out of bed, you walked towards your closet changing into your jedi robes. Both of your undergarments and shirt had been white. Not a pearly white, but more like an ivory white, giving the clothes a slight worn look. The trousers they had given you was a light grey, the faintest hint of blue could be seen if you looked closely. But overall, your bottoms were more grey than blue. Throwing on the black robe, you made your way into the bathroom.

You were unsure what to do with your hair, should I leave it down? Tie it up? Give myself a padawan braid? Hold on, am I even a padawan? That was a question that the jedi council would be able to answer, but for now you were more focused on your hair. I guess I’ll tie my hair up. The jedi had been kind enough to supply you with some hair ties and a comb, along with a toothbrush and toothpaste. After tying your hair up, you grabbed your toothbrush and put a pea sized dollop of toothpaste onto it before brushing your teeth. You had just begun brushing your teeth when you were interrupted by a knock on your door. Left with no other choice than to open your door, you made your way over to it. Pushing the button, the door opened with a woosh.

“Good morning, Alyra. I trust that you slept alright?” Anakin’s eyes followed you as you made your way back to the bathroom, spitting out the toothpaste.

“Yes! The bed was more comfortable than I could ever imagine.” You might even have to smuggle one back home once you leave.

“Are you ready to leave for breakfast?” With a nod of your head, the two of you were off to the commons. The walk there was silent, but comfortable. The both of you appreciating the silence.

“Sorry, if the breakfast here isn’t as appealing as what you had at home. Everything here is bland and tasteless, just like some jedi” You let out a snicker.

“Yeah, well some food back at home isn’t that good either. I think I’ll be fine.” You reply, eyes scanning the food.

“I just hope you don’t have a weak stomach, for y’know, future missions.” After getting your food, you sit down at a barren table, Anakin taking his place next to you. Taking a look at the white, thick slop in your bowl, you decided to give it a taste. He watches as you put it in your mouth, your face scrunching up. You can hear Anakin laugh as you try to wash it down with your drink.

“Here, put some of this in it.” He hands you a light yellow liquid, it’s thick as you pour it out. You stir it around before trying it again. This time however, it has a slightly sweet taste to it.

“It’s certainly a lot better with the syrup, however I’ll probably get something else next time.” You say.

After finishing your meal, Anakin led you outside to the hangar where a two seat speeder was already warmed up and waiting for you. After jumping in and buckling up, Anakin sped off in the direction of the Market. You could feel the excitement pumping through your veins as your hair whipped around in every direction.

Quickly and effortlessly landing on the hangar, you watched as Anakin fiddled with the controls, shutting off the speeder.

“Welcome to CoCo town. Not exactly the lower levels, and not exactly the highest levels of Coruscant. Stay close to me, I don’t want you getting lost.” Walking forward, you were amazed by the buildings. The structures were very industrial-like, yet modern at the same time. Each having its own spunk and characteristics. Anakin directed you towards a small market.

“What do you need?” He asked, you listed off a few things as Anakin searched the aisles for them. Getting to the shampoo aisle, you grabbed a bottle off the shelf and took a sniff.

“As weird as it sounds, this scent reminds me of home.” The shampoo had smelt like strawberries, which was peculiar. You would have never guessed there was a similar smelling fruit on Coruscant, or any other planet for that matter. That must have been how Anakin smelt so similarly to strawberries and cinnamon. Or maybe it had been Padme’s scent that rubbed off on him.

“What’s your home like?” He pondered

“In a way, Coruscant is similar to my home. On Earth, you can find metropolitan areas with skyscrapers too. Except for the speeders, we don’t have the technology for that yet. Nor do I think we’re ready for it. People can’t even drive normally, there’d be chaos if we had flying cars all of a sudden. However, the one thing Coruscant lacks is greenery and nature. There’s an abundance of it at home. Quite frankly, I miss it. There’s no way I can explain my home without doing it justice. Just know that it’s beautiful. Maybe one day I can take you there, then you can decide if you think it’s pretty or not.” You continued to sniff all the shampoos, Anakin watched as you rambled, encaptured by your lips. After choosing your preferred scent, you put it in the basket that Anakin was carrying.

“Yes, hopefully one day I’ll be able to visit. I’ll be looking forward to it.” He commented, “What about your parents? They must be good people if they gave you a pretty name like Alyra.”

“Oh yeah… my parents are good people. I’m really glad they named me Alyra, and not some weird name like y/n…” You let out an awkward laugh, thinking about your family on Earth.

You had just recently joined the avengers, alongside Peter Parker. You were surprised at how young he was, but then again you were only 17, just two years older than him. What surprised you more was the fact that he was Spiderman. You couldn’t believe a mere 15 year old boy was swinging around Queens at night, saving people.

You were sat atop the Stark tower, watching the stars. It was something you found yourself doing often. Gazing, watching for something, someone. A sign of hope, that you weren’t alone. Ever since you were young, the stars and galaxies always amazed you. The prospect of other living beings amazed you. Who would’ve known that only 3 years later, you’d be standing in the very galaxy that you dreamed of.

You continued to gaze at the stars until you heard the soft landing of feet behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Peter. He didn’t stay the night at the tower often, so you solemnly talked to him. But conversation came easily around the two of you.

“What’re you doing up and out so late at night, Y/N?” He asked

“I could ask you the same thing. But if you must know, I’m stargazing.” You turned to look at him as he removed his mask. He took a seat and joined you. Peter craned his head up, with his enhanced vision, he could easily see the stars. Although the light pollution still made it difficult for the both of you to see the universe in its full potential. It was quiet for a moment, before Peter broke the silence.

“Why?” His question was tentative, mysterious even.

“Why what?”

“Why do you like stargazing so much?” You were stumped, no one ever bothered to ask you this nor even care if you disappeared for hours. The one thing you had yet to get accustomed to was how much everyone in the tower cared. Before, you were transferred from foster home to foster home. Never really staying long enough to form special bonds with anyone.

“It… makes me calm, gives me tranquility. A sense of peace. It’s almost like everytime I look at the stars, I feel at home. Like I belong, and that I’m not alone.” You wanted to go on, but you didn’t know how to express your feelings. Peter let out a hum of agreement.

“Do you have a favorite constellation?” His tone was curious, as were his eyes.

You pulled out your phone, opening a night sky app. You searched for the constellation before showing it to him. “Look.” You handed your phone to him, careful to not change the positioning of your phone. Peter let out a quiet gasp of awe.

“The constellation is named Lyra. It contains the second brightest star in the northern hemisphere, Vega.” You continued to tell him about the constellation, it’s meaning of the name and back story. Soon this became a tradition for you and Peter. A couple of times a month, both of you gathered at the top of the Stark tower; accompanied by your blankets, snacks and drinks. Each time, you taught him about a new galaxy or constellation.

After the second month, Peter had started calling you Star, which the other members caught on to. Soon the Avengers and the public came to know you as Star. Bright and beautiful, yet dangerous and distant.

-

You let a smile creep onto your face as you thought of the memory. “When she was younger, my mother was enamored with the stars, and the universe in general. On Earth, there’s a constellation named Lyra. I’m not sure why she liked it, but she apparently liked it enough to name me after it.” You might’ve lied to him, but there was some truth in your lie.

You had finished shopping in a comfortable silence. Returning to the speeder, Anakin offered to carry the bags, which you gratefully accepted. As you approached the speeder, you were thrown off balance by a child running past you. You closed your eyes, anticipating to feel the hard ground at any second. However when the feeling didn’t come, you open your eyes in confusion. Only to find Anakin’s eyes peering into your own. His right arm firmly held your waist, you could feel his metal fingers through his glove. You watched his lips as he asked if you were alright, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him. You curtly nodded your head and he began to help you stand upright.

As the child’s mother reached you and Anakin, you could hear the apologies tumbling from her lips. You told her that it was alright. The mother's scolding could be heard as you walked towards the speeder, a comfortable silence filing the atmosphere once again.

This time, you decided to admire the architecture on the way back to the temple. The organized traffic still astonished you. Speeders whizzed past you, making your hair fly. From here, you could see the Jedi Temple in the temple district. The temple stuck out from the others, but wasn’t comparable to the skyscrapers you were passing. You’ve never experienced such beauty like Coruscant, you couldn’t wait to explore more of it. Perhaps even visit the senate building.

After arriving at the hangar, Anakin docked the speeder, making sure to turn it off before helping you out.

“I have to go, maybe I’ll see you for dinner?” Your question was timid. You’d only know Anakin for a couple of days, but it felt like years.

“Yes, I’ll make sure to invite Obi-wan.”

“Alright, I’ll see you then.” You gave him a wave before walking away. You felt your cheeks heat up as a smile grazed your lips. You still couldn’t believe you were hanging out with THE Anakin Skywalker.

You knew you shouldn’t have felt the butterflies in your stomach.

Or the tingles when he touched your hand.

Nor the rush you felt when you were around him.

This isn’t right, you thought to yourself. He’s married to Padme for crying out loud, expecting twins. But you couldn’t help yourself, before you knew it, you were falling hard. And you didn’t know why.

-

After putting away your belongings, you began to aimlessly wander the halls looking for Master Yoda and Master Windu. You had questions, and they had the answers.

“Master Yoda, Master Windu! May I speak to you in private?” You caught the two just as they exited the council chamber.

“Questions you have.” Master Yoda said.

“Yes, and I’m hoping you can answer them.”

“Come. Discuss inside, we will.” You followed the two into the council room, standing in the middle as they sat down.

“I would like some clarification. I know I am training in the ways of the Jedi, but will I become a Padawan? Or will my learning only pertain to physical training?” You queried.

“Padawan, you are not. Jedi, you are not. A learner, simply you are. Teach you the ways of the force, we will. Train you, we will.” At least the Jedi code didn’t apply to you. But considering the fact that all of your peers are Jedi, it was going to be hard.

“The way I see it, there is just no reason for you to fully train in the ways of the Jedi. After you have completed your mission, you will return back to your home planet. As you said, we also don’t have the time to completely train you, so you will only be taught fundamental information and techniques.” Master Windu said.

“What about…. lightsabers? Can I make one?” You raised one eyebrow. The question was ludicrous, but you just had to ask them.

“Yes you can, how else are you going to complete your mission on Titan?” Oh right, you completely forgot about that.

“Yes of course, how silly of me to forget. What about missions?”

“Missions won’t be a necessity, however we will send you on a few to accompany Obi-wan and Anakin. It’s vital that you work together as a team.” You let out a nod. “If that is all Miss. Alyra, you may leave. I need to discuss something with Master Yoda.” You quickly left the room, not wanting to get caught up in their business.

The two Jedi Masters waited for the doors to fully close before resuming their conversation.

-

You awake from you nap disoriented, the loud knocking on your door was incessant. You throw on your black robe before opening it, “Are you ready?” You nod and Anakin takes the lead. Instead of taking you to the cantina, he takes you to the hangar.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“It’s a surprise.” He replied. “We will be meeting Obi-wan there.”

You got into the speeder, it was the same one from earlier in the day. He went as fast as he could, you drifted into a daydream. Yo you wanna see some real speed bitch? I’ll show you some real speed. You let out a giggle thinking about the tiktok, Anakin turns to you, “what’s so funny?”

“Umm.. nothing. If I tried to explain it, you wouldn’t understand.” You replied. He lets out a hum, before turning his gaze back to the traffic.

After landing, you find yourself in front of Dex’s Diner. Once you entered, the two of you looked for Obi-wan, until Anakin spotted him and led you over.

“Alyra, nice to see you again.” Obi-wan says as you take your seat, flashing him a brief smile.

“Have you ordered yet?” The strawberry blonde shakes his head, “No, Anakin. I was waiting for you.” He hands you a menu, hoping to find something you remotely recognized. It isn’t long before a female droid comes to take the tables order, Obi-wan and Anakin go first, giving you more time to decide. The droid finally looks at you, awaiting your response. “I’ll have a nerf burger and a photon fizzle please.” She nods her head, taking your order before taking the menus and giving the orders to Dex.

“You know, you never told me how you know Anakin.” Shit, well he can’t know about the real plan nor my slightly edited plan. What the hell do I tell him? Wait- can they hear my thoughts? I really hope they can’t.

“Before I came here… I was told the name and description of someone I should befriend within the Jedi temple. That he’d help me accomplish my mission, and of course that person was Anakin.” You said.

Why did you lie to him? Anakin’s voice reverberates in your nearly quiet mind.

Anakin, there is obviously a connection between us. I don’t know why. But don’t you think that if we told him about it, that he would tell the Council? We both know that attachments aren’t allowed.

First off, how do you know that? Second, I never said anything about forming an attachment with you. You roll your eyes.

George Lucas told me.

Of course.

The connection ended briefly as food was set down on the table. Wow, that was fast. The conversation continues as you eat your food. The burger really reminded you of a cheeseburger back at home, while the photon fizzle reminded you of boba tea. Except it was a fizzy liquid, instead of your usually milky black tea.

“Tomorrow, you start your training. We are going to assess your skills, along with weaknesses to try to strengthen them.” Obi-wan says. You give him a nod and return to your food.

Not much of a talker are you? His voice is raspy, sending tingles down your body.

Nope, I’m more of an observer.

-

Anakin pushes you to the ground, straddling your waist as you struggle to catch your breath. He holds the end of a wooden staff against your neck. “Again.” Obi-wan calls as he observes the two of you. Today was your first day of training, safe to say that it wasn’t going well.

I swear, I’m a good fighter. This time, it was you who initiated the conversation.

Oh yeah? Why don’t you show me. Flirting. He was totally flirting.

Fine. But don’t cry when I kick your ass.

This time, you're more focused. You watch Anakin’s moves, anticipating his strike. He charges, his staff clutched tightly as he runs towards you. Using the force, you call upon your staff, the very same one that Anakin had knocked out of your grasp earlier. Just as he’s about to strike, you block it, the clap of the two sticks meeting echoes. You back up, making yourself vulnerable to another attack.

Anakin charges again, you step to the side while simultaneously swinging your staff, jabbing it into his ribs. Since you didn’t have a lightsaber yet, it was only fair that they trained you with a weapon similar to it. The staff was heavy and dense, but it felt weightless in your hands. The two of you continue to duel until he knocks the staff out of your hands again. Frustrated you punch him in the ribs, precisely the spot you had hit earlier. He doubles over, grasping his waist. You waste no time in jumping up, one of your legs wrapped around his neck while the other was wrapped around his upper body. Using your weight, you force the two of you to the ground, his arm between your legs, locked into place by your arms.

If I were you, I’d tap out.

No way, sweetheart. Oh yeah, he’s definitely flirting now.

He tries to release himself from your grasp, but your grip only tightens until he can no longer move.

What’d I say? There’s a smirk on your lips as you see his free hand tap on the floor, signalling that the match was over.

“Good, Alyra. However we’re going to need to work more on skills regarding lightsabers and usage of the force. Your physical combat skills are superb. I think that’s all the training we’ll be doing today. I think you’ve bruised not only Anakin’s ribs, but also his ego.” Obi-wan says, a chuckle leaving his mouth. Anakin rolls his eyes, muttering “Oh shut up.”

Obi-wan goes to leave as Anakin and you stay behind to clean the training room.

“You know, you’re a pretty good fighter. Where’d you learn?” He asks

“Oh….um thanks. Just like this galaxy, my planet needs protection from corrupt individuals too. We try to be peacekeepers, but I think you know peace isn’t always an option.” You take a second to pause, putting the staff back in it’s correct place. “The woman who trains me, she’s extraordinary. Well technically I have two extraordinary women training me. One in physical combat and the other to help with my telekinetic powers. Or what you guys call the force. I’ve been training for a couple of years now, whereas other members of my team have been training for longer.” You explain to him.

“It must be hard, being here. You don’t really know anybody here, you don’t have any family with you. You’ve got the burden of the universe resting on your shoulders.” He says.

It must be hard for you too, Anakin. You’ve got the burden of bringing balance to the force resting on your shoulders.

“Yeah, well…. sacrifices have to be made sometime in order to save the greater population. I’m sure you know that.” You look around the room once more before deciding to leave. “See you later, Anakin.”

“See you tomorrow, Alyra.” He responds.

As you return to your quarters, you can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach. Earlier you were energized, ready for a fight. Even now, you still feel some sparks of it flowing through you. However, the bad was outweighing the good. You couldn’t help but feel guilty yet also saddened. Anakin’s future was going to be a dark and rough one, you knew it to be true. He’s going to be put through so much pain and anguish, all because of stupid Palpatine and his stupid plans. Many people were going to perish if you didn’t try to at least help him.

Entering your quarters, there was only one thought going through your mind.

“Your destiny can change, just as quickly as the love in one’s heart can fade. Nothing is set in stone.”

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Atsumu Miya x F!Reader

Song - Fallin' For you by R5.

Word Count - 2.5k

Genre ~ SFW Fluff 

Posted ~ 15/07/20

Atsumu had begun to realise that he was slowly falling for his team captains younger sister. She had quickly become one of the team. Then the current manager discovered that she wanted to become a manager herself and took (Y/N) under his wing and to teach her everything he knew about the career while she was studying at the same university as Atsumu.

He had always respected the girl as had gotten to grips with the job and all the rowdy boys on the team pretty quickly, she seemed to have some kind of influence over Bokuto, managing to stop him from having the meltdowns on the court. She manages to explain to Hinata in a way that only he can understand, using the sound effects and everything.

The moment he realised he liked her was the time they had a pool party after a win at Shugo house with more Pizza than a whole team of hyper volley players could eat. He noticed she was wearing a orange with white Polkadot bikini with a coupled with a pair of white shorts, a large floppy straw hat perched on top of her currently pink coloured hair. He loved the fact she was always changing her hair colour, a month ago it was blue. He had once asked why she changed the colour so often, and her reply was once she became the full-time manager should have to go back to her natural coloured hair for professionalism so she wanted to go as many colours as she could while she still could.

She was playful and always having a laugh, and she didn't get angry when her brother pushes her in the pool even with her phone and drink in hand, she just laughed. Atsumu, who had a panic about the phone, he knew that a lot of valuable information about the teams and her university course on it had later discovered that her phone was waterproof.

Once everyone had gone to bed that night, Atsumu couldn't sleep and went downstairs to grab a glass of water when he looked out the window to find someone swimming in the pool under the full moon.

"You're out pretty late," Atsumu said in a quiet voice as if he was scared to ruin the peaceful atmosphere of the garden this late at night, as he sat on the edge of the pool, the water reaching up to just below his knees.

"I love to swim at night when there is a full moon." (Y/N) replied as she leaned her arms on the wall next to him, giving him a smile. "Come on in, bet you will fall asleep after you do" She tugged on his hand, noticing he was in his swim shorts still.

He was mesmerised by her joyous smile, he put his glass down as he let her tug him into the pool.

"Just lie on your back and look up at the moon." He followed what she said and copied her movement as she floated on her back staring up at the sky, the moon and star were so visible against the blackish-blue, cloudless sky, Shugo house was in the countryside a good hour and a half outside Tokyo where the city lights didn't block out the stunning night sky. Atsumu couldn't deny that it wasn't a beautiful sight.

"You all seem to take life so quick on the team but sometimes just lying in a pool and staring at the cosmos is just what you need." (Y/N) said, they were now sat on the edge, leaning back on her hand she continued to stare up at the bright yellow moon.

Atsumu, on the other hand, was staring at her, the moonlight was reflecting off of the water droplets on her sink giving (Y/N) a kind of illuminated look. Her hair in a messy ponytail, a few strands had become lose falling on the back of her neck, and around her face, he could see her natural (H/C) in patches around the roots and through the rest of hair where the semi-permanent dye had faded over the last four weeks.

"What colour are you going to dye your hair next?" His brown eyes watched as her eyebrows frowned in thought, as she was tried to work out what colour she hadn't gone yet.

"Huh, maybe green, I don't think I have done green yet." She laughed, it was like music to his ears, her eyes creased up at the side with a smile that reached them as she laughed.

That was when he realised that he was falling for her.

The next morning just made it more apparent when she slid into the kitchen in a pair of cotton pyjama shorts, an oversized t-shirt or her favourite movie logo on the front and knee-high mismatch polka dot socks, half of her hair had fallen out the bun she tied it in before going to sleep, opening the fridge she grabbed one of the left over pizza boxes out and leaned against the counter munching on the stone-cold Pizza. While the ones who had been on the team a while shook their heads used to how (Y/N) was with cold Pizza, Bokuto and Hinata just watched frowning, wondering what cold Pizza was like, while Atsumu had a gentle look of adoration for this quirky girl.

"Kou, Sho, stop staring at me like I'm crazy just try some." She shoved the box towards the two boys. "When I was studying abroad, after nights out we would get pizza, it was the worst pizza you had ever had if you were sober but drunk and hungover it was the best thing ever, one of the girls used to eat it the next morning cold when we woke up, and I tried it and never turned back, I have never reheated it since."

The two boys picked up a slice each dubious of whether they should be eating this for breakfast. All eyes were on them as they took a bite, their eyes lit up and suddenly demolished the whole slice. "Pizza is always better the next day and cold! 'Tsumu, try some too," She had a goofy grin on her face. Yep, Atsumu was falling hard and fast for this quirky, sweet girl.

It was a few weeks later before he finally got the confidence up to ask her out to grab some coffee just the two of them, she gladly agreed. He couldn't believe how cute she looked sat opposite him in the booth, wearing a pair of pale yellow shorts and a red tank top, she had dyed her hair green earlier in the week, and she still looked beautiful and somehow managed to pull it of with the clothes she was wearing. They were talking just about anything that came to mind, from the fact that kola's fingerprints often get confused at crime sense for humans to how they felt about Avengers infinity war.

When they had decided to take a walk in the park together, it suddenly began to rain, the weatherman had not forecast this, it was meant to be in the high 20's today. While Atsumu looked for the nearest tree to take shelter under, (Y/N) had spread her arms out wide and chucked her head back in laughter as she spun around on the spot in the tracheal down poor of rain.

"'Tsumu! Dance with me" Grabbing his hand, attempting to pull the boy out from under the tree where the raindrops are still falling on him ever so slightly from the leaves. She was the only person like this, and he loved her, he had completely and utterly fallen head over heels for her. She might be crazy, he never wanted her to change the way she loved life. He smiled and let her pull him out into the rain. (Y/N) she was drenched head to toe, her hair plaster to her face and neck. She linked one hand with his and placed the other on his shoulder, his other hand on the small of her back, while they waltz around the open area. People who had taken shelter nearby were watching the pair, the older couples smiled at pair of them, others looked at them like they're crazy. Children had started to jump in the puddle that were forming.

In a split second, he had decided he want to spend the rest for his life with this girl, he wanted to dance in the rain with her whenever it poured, see her in mismatch sock, she happened to be wearing an odd pair of footsie today, he had noticed them creeping out from under her ballet pumps. He wanted to lay on the grass or float in the pool, staring up at the stars with her.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting to kiss you." He mumbled, resting his forehead against hers. She caught her lower lip between her teeth grinning at him.

He stopped them moving, as he pushed her wet hair that was plastered to her face behind her ear before cupping her face in both his hands while his chocolate brown one's stared deeply into her (E/C) ones, looking for any hint of fear or panic before leaning down, placing a delicate kiss, scared that she was run away, when he felt her kiss him back and her arms weave around his neck, her fingers threaded through his drenched dyed blond hair, he couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

"Be mine?" Going up on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his again. That was all he needed for his question to be answered. His arms enveloped her waist as he picked her up, spinning her around, drops of water flew off the pair of them as they span around laughing together.

Hand in hand they ran back to Atsumu's apartment, seeing as it was the closest to the park they were at, just getting them more soaked at they ran, but they just laughed far too happy to care or even think about how waterlogged they were at this point. Finally, on arrival at his apartment, they kicked off their wet shoes and sock before Atsumu went and found some towels for the pair of them while showing (Y/N) to the bathroom where she could take a shower to warm up.

"'Tsumu? I don't have anything else to wear, so I'm just going to head home" She told him when he said she could have a shower and change. His eyes widen, as a blush formed over his cheeks.

"I may have something, you can't walk home that drenched." He ran in the direction of what she assumed was his room and watched him reappeared with one of his t-shirts, that was clearly going to be too big for the shorter girl.

"Thanks" Her own blush forming over her cheeks as she took the t-shirt.

"If you change out of your clothes and put them outside the door I'll throw them in the drier for you." She nodded closing the door, quickly changing out of there clothes and bit her lip when she realised her underwear was just as soaked. She folded her clothes hiding her bra and panties in between her t-shirt and shorts, wrapped the towel around herself and opened the door before placing them on the floor outside the door, hoping that Atsumu will just put them in the drier like that.

"I put them outside the door." She called out to him.

Atsumu walked over at picked up the pile before throwing them in the drier, out the corner of his eye, he saw something lacey and (F/C) as he closed the door to the drier causing the blush to erupt all over his face and up to his ears, he instantly knew what that was. He was known as a player, but he wasn't it was just the vibe he gave off, what he really wanted was to just find that girl he could spend his life with. He had actually only slept with girls he had been in relationships with but it was totally different when he noticed that girl he wanted to spend his life with underwear, matching he added, was in his drier and she was in the shower right now about to walk out in just his shirt with nothing under it. That was doing things and making him think some stuff that he really wishes wasn't on the first date. Calming himself down, he turned on the drier before heading towards his room grabbing a change of clothes for himself, trying to get the picture of her in that matching set out of his head before (Y/N) came out of the shower. He heard the water turn off and not long after to the lock on the clicked and the door opened. His eyes flicked to door to see her stood there, rubbing her hair with a smaller towel looking a little bashful, while he was definitely sure that t-shirt looked better on her than it ever did on him.

"I'm going to have a quick shower, make yourself comfortable." He got up off the couch, he grabbed the tv remote and passed it to her as he headed towards the bathroom for his own shower. Seeing (Y/N) in his t-shirt didn't help all the thoughts going through his mind, he turns on the shower, letting the water roll over him as he sighed he placed his hands against the wall trying so hard to get the thought out of his head, he'd been having these thoughts for weeks, but now that she was here it was different, she was right there, and now she was his girl. 'Atsumu, no, get your thoughts in check, you don't want to scare her off.'

(Y/N) sat in the sitting room, she stood up from the sofa and headed for the room where she assumed where the drier was, opening it she found her matching undie in there, they had dried off, she quickly pulled on her panties up and under the shirt and slipped on her bra before heading back to the sofa. Grinning she grabbed the blanket from the back off to couch before settling into the sofa and flicking through the tv channels till she finally landed on Disney movies, Brother bear was playing it was at the part where Koda had found Kenai hanging by his foot from a tree.

Opening the door to the bathroom, Atsumu leaned against the door frame watching his girl cuddled up in a blanket, watching a Disney movie. Quietly sneaking up behind her, leaning on the back of the couch, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Brother bear, really baby?"

"Yep! I haven't watched it in years, it's a great movie, and all about brotherly love." grabbing his hand; she tugged him around on to the sofa, when he finally sat down she snuggled into his side and pulled the blanket over him. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer than she already was.

This was just where he wanted to be, snuggled on the sofa with the girl of his dreams watching Disney movies, eating takeout, or dancing in the rain, whatever it was if that's what makes her happy then he was delighted to do that with her.

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Worldbuilding Tips: The Five Visitors

You’ve done it. You’ve come up with an idea for your fantasy world, but right now it’s mostly curb appeal and decorations without much else. So, you have the skin and flavor of your fictional world, but what if you’re having a bit of trouble coming up with the meat needed to make your world juicy and delicious? Well, I have a little game that can help flesh out your world.

Imagine a ship or whatever other kind of vehicle arriving on the shores or outskirts of your fantasy land and from that vehicle emerges 5 people from our own mundane world: a historian, an economist, an anthropologist, a diplomat, and a cartographer. There are some other visitors, but these are going to be the most universally beneficial.

The Historian:

This person is going to be interested in the backstory of your world. They don’t need to know every minuscule detail (though they wouldn’t turn that much information down) and just a general overview would be much obliged. Many fantasy worlds such as Tolkien’s Middle Earth and Martin’s Westeros are far more rich and interesting due to the amount of effort put into crafting their world’s histories. If you’re stumped, look to real world history for inspiration. It doesn’t even need to come from the middle ages so long as it works for your story. You should be able to answer questions like: How long has the dominant civilization been around? What are the biggest defining moments in your world’s history? What things are common knowledge that every child is expected to learn (such as George Washington being the first president of the USA) and which stuff is known more by historians and social studies teachers? And as you’re discussing the rest of the visitors, think back on how the answers you give would impact the historical aspect.

The Economist:

You don’t have to know the exact cost of every single thing in your world, but have a good guess. Be able to at least have a scale of price. If someone can buy a loaf of bread for 13 of your world’s currency, but a house costs 17, that would mean that either that bread is very expensive, that house is very cheap, or each unit of your currency is equal to a lot of real world money. Whatever you use to refer to your currency, keep not only price scaling in mind, but economics. If you have a port city, there’s going to be a lot of merchants in that area. The first primary export you’re likely to see in such a port town would be seafood, but also keep in mind the things that are closet to that port, as well as the climate. Greece for instance is a very rocky and mountainous country, so while they can grow crops, they would not have been any match for medieval French Aquitaine, the crown jewel of medieval farming territory. It’s also worth remembering that food in the middle ages was far more valuable than it is today. There was an old saying that wheat is worth its weight in gold. It was southern France’s bountiful soil that caused it to become one of the richest and most coveted territories in medieval Europe.  So, keep in mind where resources would come from and where they would need to go, as well as trade that would be useful. A seaside farming town might not have any good access to raw minerals, while a city in the frozen mountainous north might not be able to grow crops, but are bountiful in minerals. The correlation of supply and demand now opens a vital trade route between them. This becomes more complex when the topic of war comes into play. The kingdom that supplies your crops and food is at war with your oldest ally. Now there’s a dilemma between having enough food to feed your people, or betraying the trust of a long time friend. Now your world building can be used as a part of your drama and narrative tension. The economy also impacts culture. What is considered a display of wealth, or is a common status symbol? What are the living conditions of the poor, the working class, the rich, and the aristocrats? Is there upward mobility? In the middle ages, you were what you were for the most part, especially serfs: peasants tied to their land. It was illegal to leave your territory, but there was a saying in the middle ages that “city air makes you free” that once a serf made it to a city, they’d be free of the life they’ve escaped.

The Anthropologist:

Every society has a culture. The way they act, think, dress, believe, talk. It’s all impacted by culture. Beliefs tend to be tied either to what has come before, or based on the world as observed. While many modern fantasy pantheons are based on ancient Greece, it’s not the only model to live by. In a loose interpretation, religion in it’s earliest stages was a rudimentary science used to explain why things happened. A culture that developed along rivers, sea coasts, and other popular trade routes are far more likely to be diverse melting pots due to the frequent traffic of people coming and going, and the common sight of foreigners choosing to set down roots. Meanwhile, a more out of the way and isolated culture is far less likely to have widespread cultural diversity. Tying back into history, a country that has experienced a number of successful wars may tend to think of themselves as invincible, or may try to police the issues of other countries, assuming they’re always on the right side, or that they can’t be defeated. The same culture may ask a high price of any other culture that asks them for militaristic support. Ask what things your people value, be they material or abstract ideals. However, try to refrain from creating a Planet of Hats, a trope often seen in Star Trek and similar Sci-Fi shows and even some Fantasy stories where everyone of a single race all have mostly the same skills, interests, personalities, and roles in the global culture. This is also the time to start thinking about myths, legends, folk heroes, and historical people and events worth celebrating, as this may be when you start to craft holidays or celebrations. This could also lead into discussing religion, and the gods or lack there of that might be celebrated by your culture. How does your society reflect itself in art, music, literature, dance. Does the way someone dresses tell you something about their place in society? Some taboos come from simple logic. The reason it’s frowned upon to eat a cow in India is the same reason it’s immoral to eat horse in western culture. Both are beast of burden livestock worth a lot more alive than dead. Cows produce milk, a source of nutrients and health. Horses are strong and were used in just about everything from plowing fields to pulling entire families or communities a great distance. Horses even became status symbols, as even in modern culture, owning a horse or pony is still considered to be (largely) a snobby rich person thing. Understanding not only what your people believe, but even just a vague idea why they would believe it is a vital aspect.

The Diplomat:

As this landing party is your fantasy world’s first contact with our own reality. How would they react to the newcomers? If there’s more than one society in your world, how would each society, country, kingdom, race, etc. react to something completely foreign? Would they try to forge an alliance? Open trade negotiations? Declare war? Prepare a feast? How would they feel about the way we dress? act? talk? How would they react to different levels of progression in technology? Could an unbiased third party from our world help two feuding sides come to peace with one another? How would they feel about knowing of a world beyond their own? Are there actions or behaviors acceptable in our own society that are considered offensive to them?

The Cartographer:

Although it’s not necessary that all fantasy worlds have a fully designed map, it is a good idea to have at least a rough idea of where things are in relation to one another. This can tell you about climate, resources, wildlife, natural borders, natural disasters, food chains, and more. It’s worth at least taking a crash course in understanding how geographical biomes tend to be laid out in order to make your world feel more real. Some authors claim that a world map is the single most important feature, others say it’s not that important. Frankly, trust your gut based on the kind of world you have. You may need a map, you may not. It really depends on the size and scope of your world. For instance, with Disney’s

Zootopia

, the entire world doesn’t matter. The audience doesn’t need to know where in the world Zootopia is, or what climate or biome it’s in. Zootopia itself is the world being built, and the separate districts and biomes of the city explain the world that’s being focused on.

Secondary Visitors:

They may still be important to your world, but are less likely to be universally helpful to all people.

Biologist: if your world has creatures beyond those found in our real world, it may be worth exploring how their bodies work on a more scientific level in order to give more realistic weight to their supernatural abilities.

Linguist/Translator: If you feel compelled to come up with a language no matter how basic or complex, it may be worth while to consider the problems with communication. this may also extend to unique idioms, colloquialisms, and slang native to your fantasy world.

Teacher/Scholar: Regardless of whether or not there is a formal education system in place in your world, a teacher may be interested in how knowledge is passed down, and what information the culture might have that would be unknown to people of our world. Whether that’s how to keep a wild animal from charging you, to knowing how to forge a mineral that exists only in your world, being able to readily answer questions is generally considered to be a good thing.

Healer: There may be healing spells in your world, there may not, but most fantasy stories tend to involve either action or adventure, both of which tend to cause fights. And since fights tend to lead to injuries, it’s important to know what can and cannot be treated, and how readily available these healing abilities are to the public.

[codylabs]

Having the Time of My Life Overanalyzing Voltron Science, A Visual Novel

The team’s little mantra in the original show was “ Activate interlock! Dynotherms connected! Infracells up! Mega thrusters are go! Let’s go Voltron Force!” And they said this each and every single time their 5 lions formed together into the combined robot.

In today’s essay I will be deeply examining and wildly speculating about what exactly interlocks, dynatherms, infracells, and mega thrusters are, why it’s entirely crucial that these 4 items be part of the Voltron preflight checklist, and explaining why (or at least inferring that) you should take it all seriously.

Interlock

The Interlock is easy. It’s probably whatever system is used to attach the 5 lions together. So what are they? Magnets? Docking rings like on spacecraft? Just mechanical latches? Hard to say. But something as simple as a mechanical latch isn’t something you’d have to ‘activate’ or actively call out during pre-flight, so I would suspect ‘interlock’ is likely a catch-all term for not only the mechanical attachments, but also the control circuit used to synchronize the computers onboard all 5 lions. It would be a complex integrated system within the black lion, which also explains why they refer to it in the singular instead of plural.

Without the interlock, Voltron would just be the 5 lion with their individual brains tied together like duct-taped dogs. The interlock synchronizes them into a common intelligence, under the direction of the centralized black lion.

I don’t know what the mechanical structure of the interlocks would be. Conventional material science would suggest that a robot as large as Voltron wouldn’t be able to even stand, let alone run and jump and fight, so even if we assume nearly-indestructible exotic alien materials, I think you would still want something more than hooks and pins to connect the various pieces together. It would be best if the actual structural elements could somehow fuse at the molecular level. Welding is the most obvious method for that, but there’s also Vaan-Der-Waals forces, which could bond together flat surfaces that could then be slid apart. And maybe if you had superconducting cables running between the elements and then ran a ton of current through them, then you could use magnetic binding? I’m not sure if that would work, but it sounds futuristic enough to be true. IDK.

Dynatherms

I can’t tell if this is ‘dynatherms’ or ‘dinotherms’, but the first sounds less prehistoric, so I’ll go with that. So it sounds like pieces of the words ‘dynamic’ and ‘thermal’ mashed together, which don’t really mean anything except in the context of thermodynamics, so.... What is this? A reactor? A steam engine?

Of all the various components this one puzzled me longest, but I think I’ve got it.

The dynatherms are the cooling system, meant to radiate away the massive amounts of heat its engines and motors would generate. Most spacecraft, heck most vehicles in general, have a system analogous to this. Here’s the one the ISS uses:

Voltron doesn’t have any weird extendo-wings like this, but it’s conceivable that they could be built directly into the outer layer of its armor. The black lion’s little red wings are likely a part of the system too. If you ask me, the surface area of its armor isn’t nearly enough to dissipate enough heat to keep a thing like this cool, but I think I can ignore that.

So anyway. At first this explanation doesn’t seem to fit, since they say ‘dynatherms connected’, not ‘coolant pumps started’ or ‘refrigerant levels maximum’ or something. You don’t ‘connect’ the heat radiators, they’re always connected. You just pump water through them. Right?

Wrong! Here’s my sufficiently futuristic explanation: Voltron’s cooling system doesn’t use coolant and pumps or any type of conventional refrigeration at all! Instead, the ‘dynatherms’ are a network of thermally superconductive cables connecting all its motors and engines to radiative armor panels on the exterior. Thermal superconductivity is a concept I learned from Star Wars and later found out is a real-ish thing. Basically any vibrations in any part of a thermally-superconductive material can frictionlessly travel to any other part of the material. Since temperature is based on vibrations, this means that if a hot thing touches one part of the material, everything else touching the material can instantly feel that heat, and even dissipate that heat. You can think of it as Marvel vibranium or as warmth communism.

Since there’s no fluid flow, the only way to control this cooling system or increase or decrease its dissipation is to connect and disconnect individual cables. Hence why they would have to connect the dynatherms before forming Voltron; combat in combined robot mode is one of the most taxing conditions of the machine’s operation, so they need all the cooling they can get.

Infracells

Now HERE’S where it starts to get interesting. ‘Infra’ roughly means ‘below’. To take the most common example, take ‘infrared’ light, that is, light existing at frequencies lower red light, which is itself the lowest frequency in the visible spectrum. Infrared is invisible, so the only way to describe its color is ‘somewhere below red’.

So as far as I can tell, ‘infracells’ could mean one of three things. They could be some kind of infrared light sensors, like FLIR imagers used for night vision and targeting on modern military equipment (which I consider unlikely, since that’s not the type of thing you would specifically call out during the preflight, or something intrinsically useful to the Voltron assembly process.) Or it could be an armor layer consisting of some kind of cells literally ‘below’ the rest of the armor (which I also consider unlikely, because why would that be important to the Voltron assembly either? You wouldn’t need to even worry about it until you take damage to the outer armor layer, right?) Or, finally and most interestingly, it could have something to do with lower frequencies or lower speeds in general.

Here’s my theory:

The infracells cause time itself to run differently. You all saw the movie Interstellar, where time aboard the spacecraft passed slower for the crew whenever they were inside powerful gravity wells. If you had high buildups of negative energy within cells inside Voltron, it would produce the opposite effect, causing time to move faster inside the cells than outside. Anything inside would experience the rest of the universe in slower motion, meaning lower acceleration, lower forces, and lower stress.

Therefore, if such ‘infracells’ were installed around Voltron’s skeletal frame and motors, it may explain the machine’s great strength and indestructibility. And it would make sense that this would be the type of thing they would call out during the pre-flight, as even one down infracell could spell disaster once that section of the frame is attempting to support the entire weight of the robot; it would buckle and break. Every infracell needs to be up before forming Voltron.

Mega thrusters

Now, this just sounds silly. They’re likely the engines that Voltron uses to fly, but the show creators put ‘mega’ in front of the name to sound cool. Might as well call them ‘super rockets’ or ‘the ultra drive’, right? But mega is an interesting word, as it’s actually a scientific term in the metric system meaning to multiply by a million. Like a kilometer is a thousand meters and a kilogram is a thousand grams, a megameter is a million meters, and a megagram is a 1000 kilograms. You may have heard of ‘megaton’ when referring to nuclear explosives; a three-megaton bomb is a bomb with the explosive yield equivalent to three million tons of TNT. A lot.

So, uh,

Why would you call a thruster a ‘mega thruster’, then?

Well, I know approximately jack-diddly about the original show, but I know that in the newer show, most large spacecraft in the universe get their energy not from nuclear reactors or solar cells, but rather from Balmeran crystals. The crystals are able to produce apparently infinite energy so long as you don’t damage them or overtax them. I don’t know where the crystals get their infinite energy, but that’s not what I’m here to speculate about, so I’ll just treat that as one of the universe’s rules, like bending in Avatar.

So! How do you set that up to make an engine? Well, infinite power is good! Higher power to the engine means hotter, faster exhaust, and hotter, faster exhaust means higher fuel efficiency and higher thrust. So the question becomes, how do you get the most power in the safest and most efficient way possible?

For the sake of some rules, let’s say that you need to give the crystals a little bit of stimulating energy to make them produce energy. That seems fair, I think. Let’s say they produce 5 times the energy they absorb.

So you give a crystal 1 watt, you get 5. That’s great; that means if we need 50 billion watts to run the thruster, we just need to get a big crystal, and feed it 10 billion watts. However! Where do we get that initial 10 billion watts?  Well we could just take a portion of the crystal’s own output and cycle it back around to the input, but that’s a dangerous game to play, since if the percentage you cycle around is even slightly more than 20%, you could create a “positive feedback loop” where more input means more output, which leads to greater input which leads to even greater output, and so on and so on until the crystal breaks or the ship blows up or something generally unfavorable happens. This is approximately the experience of the people at Chernobyl, and is not recommended.

So instead of having crystals feed themselves, you’d instead want them to be fed exclusively by an external source, like a battery or an entirely separate smaller crystal. So the initial crystal would feed larger ones, which would feed larger ones, and so on, each stage in the chain becoming more powerful, but always stable and dependent on some initial external input, so as to never go out of control.

And now, I’m thinking it would be nice from an engineering perspective to have all the crystals together in one shielded location. And from a tactical perspective, it would be nice not to have a bunch of bulky, vulnerable, high-energy cables running around the entire vehicle. So, you would want as many crystal stages as possible in the places where the power is needed most. Namely, the engines.

Therefore, a big part of the engines would be made of armored shells to contain dozens of stacks of crystal beds. They would accept a small amount of power at the top, and multiply it internally to get enormous output at the bottom. Hence, ‘mega’ thruster. It multiplies input by a million.

Boom.

Done.

Headcanon deployed.

So now the next time you’re watching some stupid show and think that something doesn’t make sense, pause to consider that maybe you’re just not using enough imagination, or else I will be with you in spirit to wrong-shame you.

(If you use your imagination and it still doesn’t make sense, then don’t worry. This means that the show is trash and you are right.)

Now go to bed.

[sdottkrames]

You know what? (I learned that from you!)

@comfortember prompt 7: blanket forts.

Summary: Peter decides to introduce his uncles Thor and Loki to the concept of blanket forts

Note: I just really love Uncle Thor and Uncle Loki, ya know? I need more Peter & Loki fics. (Again, let me know if you have any recommendations)

I suggest you read my fic I’m Just Saying If You Really Loved Me You Would Share Him before reading this one (at least the UncleNapped chapter) but it’s only briefly mentioned here so this can be a stand alone fic, as well!

Read on AO3: here

“Tony, I’m hoooooome,” Peter sang as he entered the living area of the compound, promptly making himself giggle. When there was no immediate answer, he walked through the floor, trying to find his mentor. Each room was curiously empty.

He was heading back to the living area when his phone rang, lighting up with Tony’s picture.

“Hey, Tony. Where are you?”

“Sorry, kiddo. Running a little late at a meeting with Pepper. I’ll be there in a little while, okay? There should be a surprise landing for you in about...oh...30 seconds.”

“Okay,” Peter said slowly.

“It’s good, I promise. I gotta go, I’ll see you later, okay? Bye, Pete!”

“Bye?” Peter said, but it sounded like a question. Shaking his head, Peter stood in the middle of the living room, wondering what this surprise was that was supposed to come.

He didn’t have to wait very long. A bright light filled the living room, making Peter squint. Then it vanished as quickly as it came, and standing in its place were two familiar faces.

“Peter!” Thor boomed, bounding forward to pick the boy up in a big bear hug.

“Hey Uncle Thor!” He giggled. “It’s good to see you again!”

Once on his own two feet again, he walked over to the other God, who held out a fist for him to bump.

“Hey Uncle Loki. So, what brings you two to our neck of the universe?”

“Well, there was this thing-“ Thor began, scratching his neck and shuffling his feet.

Loki rolled his eyes. “We wanted to see you again,” he interrupted.

“Really?!” 

Peter’s face absolutely lit up. He hadn’t seen the two Asgardians since they had “kidnapped” him after school a few months ago. They’d spent a day exploring New York together, and he’d had so much fun. He’d missed them.

“Absolutely,” Thor said kindly, and Loki nodded. 

“Well, what do you want to do, then? Tony should be here soon, so maybe we keep it a little closer to home this time and stay in the penthouse?” Peter thought for a moment. “We could play games, or watch a movie. There’s plenty of snacks and blankets-“ suddenly an idea hit him and his eyes got all big and excited. “ooooooh! Blanket fort!” 

Loki blinked. “Blanket fort?”

Thor looked equally confused. Peter just grinned.

“Trust me. It’ll be fun! And when we’re done, we can watch a movie in the fort. C’mon! Let’s go get some blankets!”

Without waiting to see if the gods were following him (or to think about the fact that he’d just ordered two gods around) Peter hurried down the hall towards the closet, where he knew all the blankets were kept. 

Tony had started stocking that closet ever since Peter started spending more weekends at the compound. The older hero had pretended to be annoyed that his mentee was always complaining about being cold, but soon that closet had been emptied of its previous contents (just random junk, according to Tony) and stocked with all the softest, fluffiest blankets Peter had ever seen. And a massive first aid kit, as well, also courtesy of Peter’s spending more time there.

Once Thor and Loki had made their way to the closet, Peter piled on the blankets and pillows, grabbing a pile himself before heading to the living area and dumping them unceremoniously onto the floor. The other two followed suit, Thor looking amused and excited, and Loki wearing an expression of mild interest.

“So you’ve never heard of a blanket fort before?” Peter asked, mentally taking stock of the room and the best vantage points for hanging and draping the fort walls and ceiling.

“No. We have no such tradition in Asgard. How, exactly, is a blanket a suitable material for a fort? It would offer no protection whatsoever,” Loki asked.

“Well, it’s not for protection,” Peter laughed. “It’s for fun.”

Loki nodded, thoughtfully.

“I like fun,” Thor offered.

“Perfect. Now let’s get started. I need the couch moved over there, and we also need a chair. This fort is gonna be epic!”

The next hour or so, Peter taught the others how to build a blanket fort. He showed them the way Ben had always tied up the top of the fort, explained that said top had to be the lightest blanket, and waxed poetic about the uses of duct tape. The gods listened with rapt attention, and Peter smiled to himself, feeling important as he directed them. He may have even showed off a little by handing from the ceiling when setting up the top of the blanket fort.

Soon, the living room was transformed into a fuzzy kaleidoscope of colors, complete with a floor of equally eclectic pillows. Peter flopped down onto the pile, grinning happily at the ceiling.

“I have to admit that was rather...fun,” Loki said, quietly.

“I thought you might like it!” Peter smiled at the trickster.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, brother,” Thor said. “Now, we need some food and drink for the movie.”

“Ooooh. Tony keeps a big box of pop tarts in the pantry. And a giant container of hot chocolate mix.”

“Sounds delightful. I’m rather good at hot cocoa,” Loki said. “I can make the drinks.”

“Alright. I’ll grab the pop tarts.” Thor stood and they both headed toward the kitchen.

“I guess I’ll pick the movie,” Peter said to himself. He grabbed the remote and started browsing Tony’s extensive collection. “What about the newest Star Wars?” He called.

“Not sure about Point Break and Reindeer Games, but I’d say you’ve seen that one about 19 times.”

Peter spun around at the new voice. “Tony! You’re back!” He said happily.

“Yeah, I am. Now, why does my living room look like a blanket rainbow just threw up?” Just then, Loki walked in carrying three mugs of steaming hot chocolate. “And why is the god of mischief making cocoa?”

“I was advised that alcoholic drinks were unsuitable for young midgardians, and I make a very nice cocoa. I can change it to something stronger if you like,” Loki said, placing the mugs down on the table inside the fort.

“NO!” Tony nearly shouted. “Cocoa is fine. I’m just very curious about how all this happened.” He gestured towards the colorful masterpiece.

“It was my idea! They’d never made one before,” Peter explained. “And watching a movie is 1000 times more fun inside a blanket fort. Everyone knows that.”

“You’re right,” he said. “And you know what?”

“What?” Peter asked, tipping his head sideways.

“I learned that from you. I never did blanket forts until I met you, either, and they are definitely a must for movie nights.” Peter beamed. “You got enough cocoa for me, Loki?”

Loki snapped his fingers and a fourth cup appeared on the table. Tony eyed it skeptically. 

“It’s not poisoned,” Loki rolled his eyes. “I’ll have that one, if you prefer. You can have one of the ones I made earlier.”

Tony grabbed a cup, and Thor walked in with about 20 pop tarts piled onto a plate. 

“Wow, uncle Thor. You like pop tarts?” Peter asked, grinning.

Tony groaned. “Kid, you aren’t the only reason I keep, like, 30 Costco-sizes boxes of Strawberry Pop Tarts. Once, we ran out, and Point Break here accidentally fried the electricity, he was so upset!”

“I did apologize,” Thor pouted.

“Yeah, yeah. No harm done, Thor.” Tony patted his arm, and Thor’s smile returned easily.

Peter chuckled lightly to himself, grateful for his crazy, silly family, and pressed play. As words started lighting up the screen, proclaiming news from a galaxy far, far away, Peter found himself stretched out with his head in Tony’s lap and his feet in Thor's. Tony was playing with Peter’s hair and making the boy slowly fall asleep. It was so relaxing, and he was surprised when he felt a set of new hands scratch his scalp. It felt amazing. Loki (Peter swore the asgardian could read his mind) smiled at him knowingly, and the hands returned so there were two sets playing with his curls.

Really, there was no way he could stay awake now.

“Loki, I was here first. You have to wait your turn,” Peter heard Tony say, and felt one of the hands pushed away.

“You can share, tin can. Peter likes it, don’t you, spider?”

Peter smiled. “M’sleeping,” he mumbled, and the others quieted as their hands continued running through his hair. Peter fell asleep with a smile on his face.

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

Sam watched Gabriel breathe out slowly, rubbing at his wrist as he read what he had written. Due to his lack of a voice meant that the only real way he could communicate with them was writing things down.

He knew how to read and write. He just never had to do it before. If he needed a message he used his grace to create it or telepathically insert it into someone's head.

So, for the time being, he was doing it the old fashioned way of writing with pen and paper. The third time after ten minutes of writing that he had to stop and work his cramps away she offered him a spare laptop to use instead which he gratefully took.

According to him, before learning about how to use the grace, the history of it had to be understood. The beginning of things, the elements and creation itself.

As much as Johnny, and Sam and Dean, wanted to avoid it, he was the child of Lucifer, his heir. And as a result, he took those same characteristics of grace. Changed and turned, true, but always coming from that singular area.

When that seemed to trouble Johnny he was quickly assured that the grace was in fact angelic and up to him to use, he couldn’t escape where it came from, he could only control what he did with it.

Lucifer, back when he had been an angel, had been created second from the first star, crafted from its dying core as god breathed life into him. The amount of time the whole process took wasn’t even able to be calculated on a humans scale, created between the moments of a millisecond.

Sam did and didn’t read what he wrote, two parts of her warring against one another in a desire to learn more about creation yet at the same time, seeing just how much a hand Lucifer had in it.

Gabriel had seen her face and quickly typed that it was hard for him too, he just considered the Lucifer of the past a completely different person than the Lucifer of the present. It was easier that way because he still remembered Lucifer being a good older brother for him and other angels before god created the humans.

That helped enough that she could stomach at least to read what else he wrote.

Lucifer was the antithesis to Michael, he was creation in destruction. Once god and the Darkness had fought and she had been locked away, Lucifer had been the main one to help god bring the ruins of the universe back together with the other three helping.

“So does that mean that I can create life?” Johnny asked, having been reading the laptop screen over Gabriels shoulder.

“No.” Gabriel typed. “Lucifer wasn’t able to do that, he just put things together and god gave them life. We worked together to create a lot of animals until god created humans.”

“I can’t tell you how to really deal with your powers, they’re not my domain.” Gabriel typed out for them. “I was the messenger of Heaven, my whole shtick was to,” he made a face at that, fingers stopping as he stared at the words on the screen. “It's hard to explain but I was in charge of...spreading? Expanding?”

He made another face, tapping his fingers against the desk. “I can’t really explain it, there’s no real words outside of Enochian for this.” he typed out. “Even the word ‘Messenger’ isn’t right, it's the humans that came up with it.”

“It’s alright, just try your best.” Sam told him at the same time Johnny asked, “Can I learn Enochian?”

“One thing at a time kid.” Gabriel typed to him. “Your power came from Lucifer and his domain was the creation in destruction, something that I had no ability in and something that I had no idea how to do.”

“But he did try to teach me so I’ll tell you what he taught me years ago.”

“First things first, you’re a fire and you can’t ignore that. It's a fire that doesn’t go out and if you don’t control it, it’ll come out of you and take control easily. You need to use your powers, even if it's for something simple like cleaning the dishes, you need to use them.”

“Like what happened before.” Dean pointed out, listening to Sam read the notes out to them. “With the pencil.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, we let one small part out and it all rushed forward.” she murmured, looking at Johnny who looked a bit green. She reached out to take his hand in hers, squeezing it comfortingly.

“Question, do you feel your wings?” Gabriel typed out, glancing at Johnny when Sam read it out loud.

Johnny’s brow furrowed and he looked behind himself. Sam did the same, looking at his back and reaching out to stroke at it, not feeling anything.

“...no?” he said slowly, uncertain as he looked back at him.

“They’re there, you’re going to need to learn how to feel them.” Gabriel typed out. “Your wings are the most important part of you, they’re tied directly into your grace. The stronger your wings, the stronger your grace and vice versa.”

“But...what do the wings even do?” Johnny asked, tilting his head to the side. “Fly?”

“Kinda. Yeah you fly but it’s not like...a bird. You’re not flapping your wings to just go through the air, which you actually can and I recommend.” Gabriel typed furiously. “But the wings protect you, eventually be used as a weapon, and it’s what brings you to places like...teleportation I guess? It’s faster than light, especially for you, so you’ll get to wherever you want easily.”

Johnny glanced at his back once more. “And how do I open to another universe?”

“That part I have no clue.” Gabriel typed. “I’ve only heard of being able to crack open a hole to another universe when all of heaven, and I mean all of heaven, works together to do it. If that’s something you can do, you’re going to have to figure it out yourself.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Sam told him. “Alright then Gabriel, where do we start in learning how to use his powers?”

Gabriel glanced at her and then typed out, “First things first, he needs to be able to use his wings.”

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The Grand Marshal Meets The Padawan (a Fictober19 pre-slash kylux ligh AU drabble)

Trying to keep up, I’m now four prompts behind. Will probably extend on this one at some point, so if you like it, stay tunned. 

Prompt 9: “There is a certain taste to it”

Fanfic from: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Tags: Pre-Slash, Grand Marshal Hux, Jedi Ben, they’re in Ahch-To

Warnings: Hux is made prisoner, he first appears gagged and hand-tied. Mild violence, but Ben’s too nice to scalate it. 

Ao3

Armitage Hux, Grand Marshal of the First Order’s army, appointed by the Supreme Leader Snoke themselves as their spokesperson, highest ranking cadet in the history of both the Imperial and First Order Military Academies, youngest person to ever reach the rank of General, most prolific engineer of his time, designer and commander of the Starkiller Base, known by friend and foe as Destroyer of Worlds and the Bane of Hosnian Prime, woke up lying on a filthy cot, inside a fisherman’s empty cabin on an island in a remote world, gagged and hand-tied. 

It was all going according to plan. 

The poor excuse for a door creaked open and the light blinded him. An opaque, looming figure, probably human, approached him, set a tray on the floor, and manhandled him into a seating position. When he felt the gag removed, he did something he always found pitiful in prisoners, but he had to play the part. He spit on his captor’s face and braced for a slap that never came. Instead, a deep, kind of bored sigh preceded the rustling of robes and the sound of a person agilely seating on the floor cross legged. As Hux’s eyes grew accustomed to the light, he saw the figure produce a cloth and clean off the offensive spit. 

“It’s not a great idea to bite the hand that feeds you, Grand Marshal”.

So it was a young man. It had to be Ben Solo. If he was, it was all smoothly going according to plan. He guarded his mind as Snoke had taught him, and charged against his captor just to play his part convincingly. And maybe because Solo’s doe eyes, that he was seeing now for the first time, were making him inexplicably furious.

The last padawan was expecting Hux’s onslaught. Faster than Hux could register, he stood up, stepped aside, caught the him in his arms and used his momentum to make him flip and fall on his back against the sturdy, dusty cot. Between Hux’s fits of cough, Ben Solo spoke, his voice betraying smugness and a smile. 

“This is a small island, too far away from the nearest populated area to reach it swimming, not that I doubt the extraordinary skills you acquired during your training. It’s simply too much distance to cover in a very rough sea populated by hungry beasts”.

The Grand Marshal managed to sit up and glare at the young Jedi apprentice, who stifled a laugh and shook his head condescently.

“Look, I am supposed to bring you this food”, he said pointing to the tray he had brought. On top of it sat a jug with clear water and a bowl with some kind of blue, lumpy, steamy goo. “It’d be way easier if you behaved civilly as it befits to your rank, and don’t try to attack me once I untie you. Otherwise, I’d have to Force-feed you, which would be tedious for me and humiliating for you. Do we have an understanding, then?”

Hux glared at Solo for a little longer, and then examined the tray. As a child of the First Order who lived most of his life in military facilities and spaceships, he had never had non-processed food nor water from a spring. The prospect made him feel slightly sick, but he had no other choice. It was all for the greater glory of the Order, Snoke, and ultimately, himself. There was also the idea of being spoon fed, which disgusted him profoundly since he hadn’t needed any kind of assistance in his own sustenance since he was three. 

He looked back at the cocky boy sitting on the floor in front of him, repressed a sneer and nodded, offering him his tied wrists. Now, Hux had grown believing all the tales about Sith and Jedi were exaggerations to glorify an obsolete religion and bound the masses in fear and reverence. Of course, he had witnessed what the Supreme Leader was able to do, and had used khyber in his designs, thus coming to consider the existence in the universe of something similar to what the old Dark and Light monks called the Force. But he had never experienced nothing like that on his own flesh before. 

Ben Solo had his eyes trained on Hux’s and waved his hand casually, as if lazily shooing off an insect. But at that gesture, Hux felt hands on his hands, padding, prodding, looking for bruises and wounds from the shuttle crush up his arms and down his back. He felt the rope tighten for a second and then loosen completely, as the mild pressure on his back washed over his legs, ankles and feet, and rose delicately through his chest. It stopped a few seconds on his throat, pressure increasing, Solo’s smirk widening slightly, and then caressed his face and scalp before leaving him, the ghosting sensation of it sending shivers down his spine. 

Hux made no move, intent on holding Ben’s gaze. The young man gestured invitingly towards the tray, not breaking eye contact either. Slowly, warily, Hux grabbed the tray and sat back on the cot, back against the wall, under the padawan amused scrutiny. Hux held the jug close to his face and took a cautionary sniff before sipping gingerly. It was fresh and clean and it washed off the pins and needles that had been punishing his head since he woke up. He gulped it all anxiously before he could summon any modicum of dignity, earning a chuckle from his one man audience. Then Hux took the bowl in both hands and tested the consistency of the blue mush with the wooden spoon stuck in it. It was thick and smelled rancid. Hux threw an inquisitive look to Ben, who sighed, took a spoonful and swallowed, offering the spoon back to Hux. The Grand Marshal scooped a small portion and cautiously put it in his mouth, immediately spitting it out, gagging and coughing. A bucket full of water appeared swooshing through the door and landed between them. Solo filled the jug in it and gave it to Hux.

“There is a certain taste to it, I must admit. But it’s the main source of protein and fat around here. You’ll get used to it”, explained Ben sympathetically. “Once it cools down it’s even worse, so hurry”, he added pushing the bowl gently towards Hux. 

The stoic army man that had lead Hux through hell and back during his training and low rank years took the wheel and shoved big, crammed spoonfuls of mush in his mouth, swallowing them at once, not giving his taste-buds much time to register offense. Once he finished, Ben took the tray, bowl and spoon away, exclaiming in a mock-soothing tone: “There we go. That’s a good prisoner right there. Well done, Armitage!”

Hux would have scorched him with a single stare for his mockery and the mention of his given name if he hadn’t been too preoccupied swallowing down the las glob of blue goo. Ben smirked knowingly and left, leaving the bucket of water and the jug behind, and the Grand Marshal untied.